u have absolutely no idea what 'coffee caramels' did to me omg đ u write spencer and his mannerisms so WELL hsbsghdbdh so i come to u with a lil request if that's okay with u !!
spencer insists on playing pretend-doctor for reader who's sick (but denying it) so he invokes his technically-a-doctor card and gives his second opinion just to take care of reader n smother them w looooove
essentially just him teasing y/n and being the stupid Cute attentive nerd he is <3
(inspired by S5E3 where he gets stuck at the bau w garcia bc he was being stubborn abt his injury)
i am never ever Normal abt this guy đ i look forward to reading more of ur work and losing my mind over reid with u, aine !! mwa
hiii tysm for requesting, youre so fucking sweet!! <33 drop an emoji to let me know who you are and letâs loose our mind over our fav boy together anon!!!! also sorry this took so long, i wrote like 3k but then hated it so i started over, i love this prompt sm so i feel like i had to do it justice.
pspspsp i love s5 spence so fucking much... his hair went from beautiful to ethereal to mad sexy...s5 treated us well. requests are ALWAYS appreciated !!!!!!
soup. spencer reid
spencer reid x fem!reader, 3k
you've been off it for so long, dodging virus after virus and disease after disease and just right when you thought that you are immune to sickness, you caught it. the inevitable fever.
there was no denying it, you've tried. after getting a headache, you popped a tylenol before you went to sleep, nonchalant. the next morning was when reality really came crashing down. a sore throat.
it progressively got worse throughout the day, and when you came crashing into bed after a long day at work, your nose was feeling stuffy and your were coughing, spewing sickness everywhere you went. you woke up in the middle of night sweating like you had just ran a fucking marathon and only able to breathe through one nostril unless you shift your body entirely.
you did not take to these news well. firmly in denial, you still planned to show up to work the next day.
except you didn't show up to work. sickly and delirious, the part when you press snooze then snooze again slip your mind and at one point you must've turn off your alarm entirely. drifting in and out of consciousness and slipping into dream after dream, it gets harder to tell what is real and what is not.
"y/n? y/n!"
now, it is very probable that the voice isnât actually real, because why the hell would you be hearing spencer reidâs voice outside of work? the chances are slim to none, and despite the heat pounding at your skull you manage to smile. there is something unexplainably comforting about spencerâs voice, soft and deliberate. it would be foolish to say that under the mad spell heâd cast on you (him simply saying two words) heâs managed to melt away your headache, because he didnât. you still feel like shit.
ây/n?â
you frown, the voice sounding too insistent and real and not matching up with the visuals of your dream. you feel a tapping on your shoulder and when you blink your eyes open you couldâve screamed.
you jump up and then backwards, huddling your blanket with you, scared for your life. because right in front of you is perhaps the most intimidating creature on the earth; spencer reid in a purple sweater vest with his face so close to yours he could breathe in your sickness, hair tucked carefully behind his ear.
âspencer?â you ask incredulously, but instead your voice comes out a rasp. you clear your throat, feeling something warm creep up your cheek. it might be a blush, but you blame it on the chills. you keep blinking, trying to regain your vision and feel instantaneous embarrassment. you look a mess, sick and dehydrated with dry lips and bad hair and you probably reek of morning breath. and spencerâs there, looking like heavenâs finest angel, smiling at you like heâs smiling at a person and not a monster. spencer has the tendency to treat and look at everyone like theyâre the love of his life. you sort of hate it.
âhi y/n,â he breathes, crouching down on the floor before you on the bed. âiââ
âwhat are you doing here?â youâre too impatient to wait, still in shock.
now. you try not to make it obvious that you have a mad crush on spencer, because if the fact were to spill, youâre not eager cleaning up the consequences. itâs an unestablished, unspoken rule that should be common sense that no workplace dating will be allowed and usually itâs a ridiculous rule, because who the hell would want to date their coworker, like actually? work crushes are normal but they exist only in a part of your day, an eye-candy for you to stare at to get through the day, then you go home or go out and forget about them. who actually has serious work crushes, actually? actually? itâs ridiculous.
your defense is completely solid, youâd say. your number one defense is you canât help the fact that you and spencer were meant to be friends. the moment you joined the team, you and spencer clicked together like two lego pieces, despite your clashing personalities. you find it refreshing to have someone like spencer, someone whoâs soft and sweet but cunning and resourceful but thoughtful and kind, and it was equally refreshing for spencer to have someone blunt and straightforward but still patient enough to put up with him.
spencer doesnât like physical touch but ever since your first week he made you the exception and if you could, you would parade the privilege around like a badge. what can you say, youâre proud to be spencerâs little exception, anyone would be. he makes you feel special, differently than the others do and whatâs a girl to do? to have that great of a relationship with a coworker and not be work spouses and not be actually head over heels with the guy? how laughable.
itâs not something youâre proud of, however. you know itâs a lost cause, chasing after spencer. it hurts, sometimes, but you always patted yourself on the back with an âit is what it is.â spencer, as sweet and vulnerable as he is, has layers behind his thinly veiled heart. he talks a lot but he never talks about himself and he never talks about the past so he doesnât have to revive it, so all the memories are just wounds left out and neglected to burn. spencerâs trouble, definitely trouble, but itâs hard to be aware of the workload that spencer reid is when heâs rambling to you about something as innocent as halloween or knocking his knuckles on your knee during a flight trying to get your attention.
spencer blinks sheepishly, settling criss cross apple sauce on the ground, lanky legs twisting uncomfortably. âyou didnât come into work and you didnât answer your phone,â he explains. âemily told me to go check on you.â
you nod. heâs here because emily told him to. it makes a lot more sense now. âiâll head in the office now,â you say, making your way out of bed, wiping at your eyes. âsorryââ
âno youâre not,â spencer says immediately, not even hesitating. he places a hand on your upper chest, pressing you back down on the bed. the butterflies at the pit of your stomach throws a fit. you know he means nothing by the actionâhas spencer reid ever been the one knowledgeable about romance?âbut knowing that doesnât help the heat that spread up your cheeks thatâs definitely not from the sickness. âyouâre burning up,â he says. âiâll get you some water. you should clean up,â he says, uncrossing his legs difficultly and then stumbling out the room, mismatched socks slipping on the hardwood floor.
you take advantage of the time that spencerâs not there and race to the bathroom, ignoring the blackout and the dizziness that threatens to make you faint from getting up too abruptly. you squirt some toothpaste onto your toothbrush and by the time you exit the bathroom, spencer is already there, waiting, except heâs by your desk, hands on a book.
typical.
he perks up when he hears your footsteps pad into the room, turning around, looking like a child whoâs been caught with your book in his hands. you smile at him, albeit itâs a pathetic smile. you feel dizzy.
âyou like toni morrison?â
âi love toni morrison,â spencer chirps, excitement bouncing all over his face. âespecially her masterwork, beloved,â he looks back down at your red copy admiringly then sets it down. "get back in bed," he says, and you can't wrap your hand around how ridiculous the situation is. your coworker, or work crush, is at your house, checking your temperature and shooing you to bed to rest. "i bought you soup so you can eat up, i--"
âyou bought me soup?â you ask, incredulous. spencer nods seriously.
âit's proven that eating soup makes people feel better, not just some stereotype. the right amount of sodium can help help relieve sore throat pains and the vitamins and minerals found in soup can play a very large part in recovery...i had a feeling you were going to be sick, itâs the weather, you know? everyone is catching the cold. you need to eat it before it gets cold, the heat helps with nasal digestion and also sinus pressure and it'll be useless if you ate it lukewarm...iâll be right backâŠâ and with the babbling his voice fades out as he walks back out to the living room, leaving you alone standing on the side of your bed. you look at the forgotten copy of beloved set carefully back onto your desk, smiling to yourself slightly before climbing back into bed, because spencer says so and spencerâs always right but mostly because your legs feel like theyâre going to give out.
spencer is speedy, striding several steps at once with his ridiculously long legs that looks unnaturally lanky but once he reaches your room again, soup and spoon in hand you were already nodding off, head lolling and eyes slipping shut. spencer stops at your bed stand, thinking to himself for a second before balancing the plastic bowl of soup on one hand and using the other to gently nudge at your face, waking you up. he grimaces when he feels that your skin burns to the touch, a bright tint to your cheeks that he hates himself for liking because you're sick, he shouldn't be thinking that you're pretty or stuff like that.
spencer waves the thought away, determined to focus on his mission. deliver soup, make sure you're okay, and send his farewells. that's what emily told him to do, and even though derek added a "kiss her goodnight too, loverboy!" he's only going to listen to emily, because emily knows best.
yes. perfect. that's exactly what he's going to do.
"hey," he whispers, caressing his thumb across the lightly purple patch under your eye, frowning to himself. you haven't been getting good enough sleep, and he feels guiltier for waking you up, but then straightens himself up resolutely--no. emily said the soup must be delivered and consumed--just to melt again when your eyes flutter open, confused and traces of sleep still floating around your facial expression. "sorry," he mumbles, feeling oddly embarrassed. "it's just--i mean, you don't have to, jus' want you to eat something before you sleep again."
you sit up slowly, and once you're fully awake again, the smell of the soup hits you like a bucket of ice and you suddenly feel your mouth watering. you feel like a princess, sitting there with your hands crossed in your lap while you wait for spencer to unwrap the plastic utensils and tissues from its clear packaging, carefully opening up the lid of the soup on the night stand and hot steam floats around the room, engulfing both you and spencer in a bubble of tomato soup.
spencer, a planner that he is, didn't let you eat directly from the plastic take-out bowl from the restaurant and had rummaged through your kitchen for a bowl and pours half the soup into the ceramic, no spillage and perfectly clean. then he hands the soup to you, and you eat.
to say that spencer is concerned is to say the least. you're a profiler, and you're trained to pick up on this sort of thing but you only need to be a child with an undeveloped brain to work out that spencer's worried, watching your every move and monitoring that you eat enough, the crease in his brows deepen whenever you set the bowl down so you pick it up again and stuff two more spoonfuls in your mouth, to hopefully make him worry less.
the silence is awkward, the only sounds in the room is you biting down on the spoon occasionally as you drink your soup and spencer watching intently, hands on his chin and unaware of his staring problem. you and spencer rarely has these kind of silences, the silences where you scramble for things to say because the atmosphere would always be too comfortable. you sneak glances at him as you eat. since spencer's completely oblivious to the heaviness of the silence, you feel it's up to you to break it.
"i'll clock in once i'm finish eating this, don't worry," you say, trying your best to sound reassuring as you try to choke back a spoonful of soup too big. you lick your lips, and spencer is biting his, a bad habit.
"no you're not, y/n," he says, exasperated. normally, when spencer uses his 'i'm right so you should listen to me' tone like this, it means he's geared for an argument and you would be happy to challenge him, but now you can't find the energy for it. yet you muster enough up anyway.
"i'm only a bit shaken up 'cause of the weather," you say, trying to sound as convincing as possible, still in the calm before the storm of the bicker. "'m not immobile. and i already used up all my off days visiting my family--"
spencer, however, didn't bother for the peaceful offering. "you're not coming in today, y/n," he says, and he sounds a bit anxious but you know his true intent. his eyes are mirthful with confidence, and he knows he's already won the argument. despite the buzzing in your ears and the fuzziness in your brain, you can't let the bastard win. you can't.
âi canât miss anymore days spencer, and i wonât,â you say coldly, but you slurping on the soup hungrily like itâs your last day on earth sort of ruined your cool facade. âiâm not too sick, either, itâll be useless for me to stay homeââ
spencer reaches to press his palm against your forehead, his skin cold to the touch. you close your eyes instinctively.
âyouâre burning up,â he announces. âmeans your sick. youâre not coming in today, y/n.â
âsays who?â you say defensively, feeling a bit like youâre loosing.
âsays me,â spencer says cooly, cheeky smile at his lips. you should hate it more than you do. âwhoâs a doctor.â
you scoff. âso now youâre an actual doctor? you got a medical phd on you?â
âi have a bachelor in medicine and enough doctorates to make me slightly knowledgeable in every field,â spencer quips and you didnât even know that he had a bachelor in medicine. how many fucking degrees does this guy even have on his resume?
âwhatever,â you grumble, sounding a lot like someone whoâs just got defeated. you set the bowl of soup down on the nightstand and spencer hands you a bottled water before you could think about needing water. you pluck it from his offering hands, muttering a âthanksâ under your breath.
spencer laughs quietly, watching you drink patiently and putting the cap back on when you hand him back the bottle, setting it next to your soup. you feel ridiculously babied and your cheeks burn with the guilt you feel. youâre talking him off his office hours just to be here and feed you stuff and make sure youâre taking care of yourself.
spencer, the 24/7 profiler, notices. "is something wrong?" he asks innocently, round eyes blinking and oblivious. bless him. "you got redder. is it too hot? i can adjust the a/c."
âfine,â you mumble, still a little embarrassed with your realization. âlittle cold, actually.â
âit's the chills from your fever,â spencer informs you. âiâŠâ he pauses, frowning again, frustrated from not being able to finish his thought. he abandons it. âdo you need anything else?â
âno spence,â you laugh sort of pathetically, throat strained. âyouâve been an angel already. you can go back to the office, if you want.â
spencer thinks back to what emily had told him. soup. make sure sheâs ok. leave. heâs done the past two steps. itâs time he completes his mission.
butâŠ
âare you sure?â he prods, a little bit of him hoping that you'd say no. he doesn't know what it is; something bothering him, making him dread leaving.
you didn't get the cue. "mhmm," you shoot him a reassuring smile. as reassuring as you can manage, anyway, grimacing at the insistent throb in your head. spencer gnaws on his bottom lip, indecisive. you don't know what he was deciding between.
whatever battle it was, he wraps it up quick. "okay," he repeats. "i'll get back."
"you do that."
"remember to drink water."
"i will."
"do you need me to bring you more?"
"i'm okay."
"okay."
"okay."
the conversation feels incomplete and spencer isn't interested to complete it, booting out the door, except he lingers for a bit and awkwardly turns around, hand on the frame. you are already looking at him when he looks at you.
you and spencer are never this awkward, never this hesitant and strange. the tension that suffocates your room feels like signature first-date-tension, the kind of nervous excitement and tip-toeing blind lovers and uncertainty.
"are you sure?"
i'd rather you stay. you push the response away. "i am."
"you have medicine right?"
you do have medicine. for a brief moment, you want to lie about it; want to say that you ran out this morning and then he would run to the store for you and return and then spend more time in your insufferable, sickly presence. you brush the thought away within a second. never in a million years do you want to bother spencer, especially not with a thing as selfish as that. maybe it's because of your biased vision but spencer is looking like he's desperate to leave, practically screaming for outlet at the door. it's time you let him go and indulge in the worst sleep you'll ever have.
"yeah," you say, clearing your throat. "i do."
"okay," spencer says. "i'll go."
"thanks," you add awkwardly. "for the soup. and for coming."
"'course" spencer says absentmindedly, lingering at the door frame but not looking at you in particular, not looking at anything. he snaps back and sends you a wave. spencer has a power to him where everything he does looks unplanned, like he's doing it against his own will.
he leaves. if you had change your mind and ask for him to come back, for him to stay, he would've. no hesitation. but you didn't, and he wiggles back in his broken in converses and return back to the bau with no elevator partner.
maybe another day.
a/n: sorry for the ending, this was getting too long so i had to cut it short đđbut i think it's kinda fitting! lmk if you guys want a part 2 <3
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Hi! Can i request MC with older brothers (i have four older brothers đ) who are very protective of their little sister, and reaction of demon brothers, when MC wants to introduce them to her siblings?
hiya! ofc u can, im so sorry this is so late i saw it in my askbox like a week a week ago then forgot about it đđ and then went away for easter and forgot abt it againđđ
grma for the ask <3
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MC With Older Brothers-Obey Me Brothers x Reader
When you had first been transferred to the Devildom, the inital shock of the new environment, the fact that demons and angels were actually real, the fact the fact that magic was actually real had made you forget about the reactions of your family back home upon realising yoou had just disappeared without a trace. It took you around a month to even remember, after the shock had worn off, and you had stopped living in survival mode. You hastily travelled to the Demon LordÂŽs Castle, and requested a formal visit to your family.
They were livid. Relieved but livid. Your parents, who were workaholics hadnÂŽt noticed until around halfway through the second week. Your older brothers however, noticed the first day. And oh boy, did they want answers.
Going through Barbatos' portal was never a truly pleasant experience, although it wasn't unpleasant either. It was like that feeling in the pit of your abdomen when you're pushed too high on a swingset, but to a lesser extent. It almost looked like stars as the insides of the vortex falshed before your eyes before fading to reveal the park that you grew up near.
The reds and oranges of the leaves shone sparkling against the reddening sky with the morning dew. The early birds chirped, diving for worms, leaves fell gently down to the ground. You made your way home.
The familiar white door stood out like the gates of the Celestial Realm, your own personal paradise, everything you knew before the rug was pulled under you. You tried the doorhandle. Locked. Sighing, you looked under the entrance mat for the spare key and unlocked the door, walking into the hall. You had entered the kitchen and saw Evan, your second eldest brother making a sandwhich.
"Hiya!" You greet him. "Whatcha makin', Evs?"
Evan, who had just picked up his plate turned around and dropped it, his jaw slacked open, eyes wide. He stared at you, not even caring that his sandwich had fallen. "Y-youâŠwhere the fuck have you been?!"
"Uh...I-"
"Y'know what? Don't answer that yet." He steps away from you, moving out of the kitchen to the base of the stairs. "Sammie! Ben!" Evan shouts a few times, before hearing a pair of 'what?!'s back. "Get your asses down here now!"
Soon enough, reluctant thuds sound from the top of the stairs, getting louder as two of your brothers thunder down the stairs, you gulp. Lord Diavolo, you were in for it now.
Samuel appears downstairs first, the baggy MCR shirt he always wears to lounge around half hidden by his stained jacket. Ben follows soon after, phone in hand, no doubt open on the game he had been testing out. They both stall when they see you, Ben trips, and starts to fall, taking Samuel down with him.
âI-âŠMC..â Samuel swallows thickly. âW-where have you beenâŠâ
Ben parrots this.
You gulp. Adamâyour oldest brotherâwould no doubt be the worst. And he wasnât even home yet!
When Adam, your oldest brother did return from his date with his girlfriend (as you found out), he had demanded answers, and a hug. You try to explain it away, saying you found a scholarship at a college in another country, you must've just forgot to mention it! Silly you! Atleast that's what you were telling your older brothers, they didn't need to know you were taken to hell and the scholarship wasn't too far from the truth!
"Why didn't you visit? Or call? Or anything?" Was a question you heard parroted back to you multiple times.
"I...uh...it was just the craziness of it all....I forgot to call..." You rub the back of your neck. "I had to get a new phone anyway..." You say, giving them your number. It was a reasonable excuse. They couldn't exactly argue with it.
Samuel grabs your hand, the rough callouses of his fingers comforting. Permanent dents from his mastery of the guitar, he swings your arm back and forth, reminding himself that you're not in a ditch somewhere. "As long as you're safe...."
Evan huffs, Adam stares at you, eyes following your every move, he grumbles, "You're coming home every holiday you can. And calling us regularly. No more dropping off the face of the earth."
"Haha alright!" You laugh nervously, he didn't need to know that you technically did fall off the face of the earth.
"And I want to visit this College." Adam adds, Evan nods in agreement, as do the two younger of the brothers.
Shit.
Ben stretches, before sitting forward. "So tell us all about your dorm. Got any roommates?"
And boy, did that cause a few heated discussions. Though in the end you got away pretty much scott free. Though you had to visit bi-monthly, and call atleast bi-weekly.
On one of these bi-monthly visits, you'd decided to bring one of your 'roommates' along with you....
Just how would that go?....
LUCIFER
"Oh?~ Care to repeat that, MC?"
It had been a busy day in the Devildom for the Avatar of Pride. He was finishing up on paperwork when you came into his office asking him to come to the next visit to your brothers with you.
He acts a bit cocky over it, with his signature smirk and all, but agrees almost instantly.
Despite the fact that you asked HIM to meet your family, and that he was feeling quite flustered, he still somehow managed to make your cheeks burn and make you feel much more flustered about the situation.
"Hi everyone, this is Lucif-Lucius...! He's one of my roommates!"
"Lucius?"
"...My parents were Greek."
"Yeah, Ben, his parents were Greek don't be racist."
Lucifer relates to Adam on the sole basis that they're both the eldest, though he does feel second hand embarrassment anytime said brother would do anything a little too like him.
Overall its a pleasant time, your brothers were quite charmed by the Avatar of Pride, and it makes your pact mark buzz.
Lucifer fights the urge to place his palms over his face and re-contemplate his entire life and every single action he'd ever taken as he watches Adam, your eldest brother, lecture Samuel, the youngest of your elder brothers. The older man is glaring exasperatedly, Samuel hides his hands in his pocket, clearly uninterested.
You watch on and feel a sort of deja vu, so does Lucifer. Does he seriously look like that when he gives out lectures? No wonder his brothers are so unruly!
You pat his back from where you both sit on the sofa, he glares at you, though there's no bite to it.
The second hand embarrassment is very strong.
MAMMON
"WHA- ehem...I-i mean of course ye'd want te intreduce yer b-brothers to the great M-mammon...!"
If Mams has a tail it'd be wagging like a helicopter propeller thingy.
You want HIM to visit your family?!
He's super tempted to go back and buy the engagement ring he'd saw in a jewellery shop window when shopping now!
He had been too nervous at the time....was he moving too fast...?
He's a nervous wreck, all the way there he's muttering things you can't understand in irish (gaeilgeoir mams agenda)
You can pick up the word 'focĂĄil' (fuck) being thrown about a lot.
What de ye mean MC? He IS calm! Calmer than the sea on a stormy day...but thats still sort of calm!
The name Mammon isn't really known to anyone outside of the occult, so he doesn't change it.
"Mammon?" Evan says raising a brow, "What kind of a name is that?"
"He's Irish Evs don't be racist."
"Oh."
The dinner is quite awkward, but in the end, he somehow manages to win over your brothers.
and hey, if Ben gets more donations from people when he streams, Adam gets more costumers for his personal training, and Samuel and Evan get promotions at their jobs, well he didn't mean to! Honest!
Mammon sits at the dinner table with about as much nervousness as a schoolboy waiting outside the principal's office, he answers every question with a stutter, and tries his best to remember his table manners, your brothers are eyeing him suspiciously, until a clang sounds through the small kitchen, you had dropped your fork.
Mammon perks up, happy to be 'useful' to you, "I'll get it!" and he practically dives down to get the utensil before washing it off and giving it to you.
Your brothers relax slightly, deeming him too whipped for you to truly be a scumbag.
LEVIATHAN
"You want ME to WHAT?!"
bros panicking more than mammonâ ïž
Are you sure you want a stinky smelly otaku like me to-đ°đ°đ°đ°đ°
It takes ages to calm him down enough, then he just feels flustered.
This reminds him of an anime with an insanely long name!
When you arrive at your house, he's so fidgety and nervous someone give this man a hug (dont he'll scream)
You introduce him as Levi, no one bats an eye to that one, hooray!
the atmosphere is very awkward until he notices the sticker on Ben's phonecase.
He finds out that your brother is a streamer, MC how could you never tell him?!
its a lot less awkward a lot more nerdy now.
"O-oh well I see where you're coming from, the mechanics and graphics on the game were great, but the lore needed work!" Levi says, stuttering far less than you'd expect him to.
Ben nods, "I mean, I just kind of stayed for the boss fights, but yeah the lore was a bit..." He makes a face.
Leviathan leans over, eyes sparkling, you admire them freely, normally he'd notice by now and be too flustered to continue talking. "Yeah! It had so much potential! But it just seemed so rushed!"
You look around the room, Adam and Evan are conversing amongst eachother quietly, whilst Sam is trying his best to follow the conversation that Levi and Ben are having.
SATAN
"Oh? I'd be honoured..."
He's giddy, you wanted him of all of his brothers to come with you? Take that Lucifer!
This reminds him of when the love interest brings the protagonist to meet their family!
He reads up on the scenes as a sort of revision, though his natural charm is going to win them over anyway...or maybe not...
"Hello my name's Satan." He reaches out to shake Adam's hand.
Adam swallows, "Satan?"
Satan chuckles, having made a rookie mistake in his nervousness, "My parents were...devout satanists...I've had a hard life..."
Samuel pats his shoulders, "Oh you poor thing..."
He's honestly quite the gentleman, your brothers quite like him, despite his 'unfortunate' name.
"So S-satan..." Adam begins, "What was it like growing up with Satanist parents?"
Satan sets his for down, "Oh, not as bad as one would think..." he quickly bullshits, "I did grow up in a very gothic style house though.."
Your brothers nod, Evan intterupts, "So did you ever sacrifice any cats?"
Satan grips his knife tightly, you feel rage bubble up in his pact mark. "No, satanists--atleast sane satanists--don't do that..."
"Oh right..." Evan raises his hands in defense, "Just curious."
"Oh no you're fine..." He says smoothly.
ASMODEUS
"Oh my Devil!~ I'd love to!"
Posts about it to his devilgram.
He's geniunely honoured, and sososososo excited.
"Hey guys, this is Asmodeus!"
"..Asmodeus?"
"...His parents are french..."
"Poor thing..."
ofc he wins them over, who do you think he is?
Adam loves him now, and Asmo is his goto for relationship advice.
Adam growns, looking at his phone, you give him a knowing look, "Trouble in Paradise?"
"I forgot about our anniversary coming up! It's tomorrow!" He looks geniunely stressed. "There's no way I can get a restaurant reservation in time!" He says, stressing about his upcoming anniversary, it was his turn to do something. He didn't want to disappoint his girlfriend.
Asmo shrugs, "So don't."
Adam looks at him incredulously. "Excuse me?"
"Don't go to a restaurant...the weather forecast says it'll be nice tomorrow, do a picnic or something."
Adam gapes his mouth, breathlessly replying, "Yeah that could work...that could work..."
A day later, Adam rings you, the picnic was a success! He demands Asmo's number.
BEELZEBUB
"Oh? Yeah MC I'd love to." :D
He's a little bit nervous, but happy that you asked him to go
Plus there's food involved.
Things that are important to you + you + food? He's in heaven (figuratively, last time he was in heaven he got thrown out, literally thrown)
Overall he's really sweet, has to eat a lot before he gets there so he doesn't accidentally eat one of your brothers.
"Hi I'm Beel."
"Beel?"
"He's Russian Evan, don't be racist." You bullshit, Beel looks at you, then smiles because he's looking at you :D
Your brothers love him, he's such a gentle giant.
Beel smiled happily, "This food is amazing." He says, closed eyed smile.
"Thanks!" Evan grinned, "Cooked it myself!"
Samuel scoffs, "No you didn't you microwaved it."
Evan hits him over the head, "Shut up." He grumbles.
Beel smiles again, they remind him so much of his own brothers.
BELPHEGOR
"No."
"What do you mean no?" :(
"I'm not going."
"Please."
"No."
"Pleaseee."
"Still no." He groans, putting his pillow over his face.
"I'll just have to ask Lucifer then..."
He jumps up. "Like fuck you will...c'mon, we have a family dinner to attend."
As per usual he is a bastard.
The waling talking definition of a bastard.
Your brothers hate him at first, but as the night goes on, they find out he's actually kind of funny.
"This is Belphie!"
"Belphie?"
"He's Russian don't be racist." You lie.
"Poor thing."
Belphie glares at you.
Belphie groans into his pillow, finally home, he drags you and pulls you onto the bed. Holding you in a vice like grip.
"I'm never doing that again." He says tiredly, using you as a teddy bear to go to sleep.
Bastard.
im experimenting with post designs :D
'gaeilgeoir' means irish speaker, i've seen it spelt other ways tho
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platonic 141 w a gn reader whoâs the youngest so theyâre fiercely protective of them and they love all of them but w everyone else they spicy as all hell đ
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pairings: platonic 141 x gn!reader
warnings: none
summary: someone is only nice in the comfort of their boys
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you liked to think you were nice. definitely closed off, but nice all the same.
but, i guess that depends on who you asked.
if you asked any of the 141 force, they'd agree.
anyone else? absolutely not.
you were young, and because of that tf 141 took you under their wing. you were capable of holding your own, but they didn't want you to if it wasn't necessary. because of this, you grew fond of them rather quickly.
sometimes you even called price 'dad'. whether it be on purpose or not.
with them sheltering you to a point, you didn't have much contact with everyone else on base. you didn't really mind, though. they were your safe space.
one morning, you found yourself going to the cafeteria alone. unable to find any of the guys.
not thinking much of it, you wander through the halls and grab a tray of mush.
"hey. haven't really seen you around much." a voice called out in your direction. you ignored them, not realizing they were speaking to you.
"what the fuck. rude bitch. i was talking to you!" your head snapped, and a finger raised to point at yourself.
"me? i'm sorry! i didn't realize you were speaking to me. but, you're a dick, and i don't want to talk to you anymore." walking off, you sat at the table where you usually sat with the rest of the team. it was odd not hearing soap's obnoxious chewing next to you.
as the day went on, you found your temper wearing thin. you couldn't find any of your boys. people you didn't bother catching the names of kept coming up to you. and one point, you were worn so thin, you grabbed a recruit by the throat and forced them to the wall.
"leave me the fuck alone." you all but seethed.
"hey! kid, what the hell do you think you're doing? put them down." you froze. price rounded the corner with the rest of 141 on his heels. muttering a 'shit' under your breath, you let the recruit go.
"leave, please." price turned to look at them. they nodded and stalked off.
"aye, what was that?" soap was practically crying in laughter.
they hadn't seen you like that. it was amusing to see someone so small shove someone at least a foot taller than them against the wall.
"you guys left me alone all day! people kept bothering me. i'm over it" your arms crossed across your chest as your tone shifted in defense.
"kid, we had a meeting today and you never showed up. thought you slept in." ghost spoke above gaz.
your face dropped, "oh. uh, my bad." a blush dusted over your cheeks.
"yeah, your bad. let's go. we gotta train."
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a/n: iâm starting to catch up a little with requests haha <3
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4 heads are better than 3âŠ
Mc X Sebastian X Ominis X Garreth smut
Summary: Mc just canât decide between her 3 situationships so decides to test them all out again⊠at once đ¶ïžđ¶ïžđ¶ïž 18+!! Characters are aged up, minors dni!
A/N: So over on my tt acc I made an ai audio series on how Sebastian, Garreth, Ominis and Mc come to be in a poly relationship together, and I thought Iâd write some smut leading up to that. This is my first ever smut fic so bear with me đ but I hope you enjoy and lmk your thoughts or any other ideas you have I could write ïżŒ;)
The last few nights had been⊠well, frustrating for Mc. Each night, as if on queue, sheâd wake up, panties soaked through with her wetness, and head in a frenzy of dirty thoughts and confusion. It didnât help that she had already felt what all of them felt like, pulsing inside of her walls⊠but the more she dreamt, the more holes she craved to be filled, and she couldnât ignore it any longerâŠ
She knew she had to talk to the boys to explain her frustrations⊠but she feared theyâd never be up for it, at least not all three of them on her at once? She sighed, tossing and turning in her bed, trying to get back off to sleep, wondering which boy would take which hole of hers in the next dream, a nightly dilemma. Would they fight over who gets to use which hole? She imagined all of them deep inside her, upset this was a dream, not reality. It was agonising.
The next morning at breakfast, she sat down on the Slytherin table, next to Ominis and Sebastian, the same as any usual day. Sebastian immediately noticed her change in demeanour, his smile creeping into a smirk. âDid you forget to put your skirt on today, dear?â He chuckled, eliciting a surprised gasp from her and Ominis. âW-what the hell do you mean, Sallow? Iâm-â she looked down at her thighs, her skirt was there, but definitely A LOT higher than usual⊠had she done this subconsciously due to her deliriously horny state? She immediately blushed and scrambled to pull it down, so it would at least cover her, already slightly wet, panties.
Ominis cleared his throat. âIf it makes you feel any better dear, you know I saw nothingâ his lips curved into a warm smile, one that could melt even the most frozen of hearts. âThank you ominisâŠâ she smiled back at the boy, before turning and glaring at Sebastian.
âWhat! It wouldnât be the first time you forgot your clothes in front of meâ He teased her.
âItâs 9 in the morning, Sebastian. Weâre trying to eat.â Ominis rolled his blind eyes.
âI overslept⊠so I got ready in a rush, nothing moreâ she assured Seb, playfully swatting him with the mornings daily prophet. âOh of courseâŠâ
âAnyway..â Mc went on, squirming slightly as she felt the heat inside of her rising looking at the two boys. They always looked so effortlessly handsome, and it really wasnât helping her⊠situation. She cradled her cup of orange juice as she decided to bite the bullet. âSo I heard the three broomsticks are having like an event on tonight, I might invite Garreth too, if you want to come?â She explained.
Before either boy could reply, Garreth came up behind her, âI heard my name?â He chuckled, perching on the seat next to mc, earning a disapproved look from the rest of the slytherins on the table.
âOh garreth! I was just saying we should all go to the three broomsticks tonight! Theyâve got a thing on, It looks like a lot ofâŠfunâ she struggled to get the last word out as she felt a swarm of butterflies gather inside of her stomach, knowing all the boys were looking at her. This was the only thing she could think of on the spot to get them all in one place with no questions asked⊠and then she could propose the question.
âSounds good, Iâm inâ Sebastian said, muffled slightly with a mouthful of toast. Ominis looked in Sebastianâs direction, a look of distaste at his mannerism. âMhm⊠me too.â
âThen Iâm going too!â Garreth beamed, in his usual excitable nature. Mcâs heart raced as they all agreed, preparing herself for the night aheadâŠ
The evening rolled around fast, and the event itself was a lot of fun, Sebastian and Garreth arguing over the quiz answers while Mc laughed at them and Ominis tutted at their boyishness. They were all slightly tipsy, having maybe one butter beer too many to be completely sober. As the event finished and they were walking back to the castle, she braced herself for the question she gathered them all up for in the first place.
âHey Mc⊠you keep going on about this âroom of requirementâ business but weâve never actually seen it, I think itâs about time you showed us your little secret roomâ Garreth winked.
âBet itâs a sex room. Thatâs why she hasnât showed us, you naughty little minxâ Sebastian teased her, brushing his hand against her waist. She took this as the perfect opportunity.
âOh yeah definitelyâ she rolled her eyes. âBut by all means you should all comeâŠinâ she gulped.
The boys followed her in to the ror, amazed at how nice it was in there. âFuck mcâŠthe size of that bed all of us could shag youâ Sebastian teased, jokingly.
Her cheeks lit up a fiery red. âWell.. this mightâve been the reason I wanted you all with me tonight.
The three boys jaws dropped at her words, expecting anything but that to come out. âIâm sorry dear, I think I misheard you⊠you want all three of us⊠at once?â Ominis questioned, tilting his head to the side.
âY-yes⊠I canât stop thinking about you three, and itâs agonising! You all tease me in different ways and at this point Iâm having to change panties like after every class because of how wet you all get me. I just need-â
Before she can even finish her sentence, Sebastian grabs her face and pulls her in. He kisses her hungrily, as if the boy hadnât been fed in years, groans escaping his lips as he pushes her back onto her bed. âOh my godâ she pants as he pulls away, smirking at her, motioning for garreth to join in on the fun. She rips off Garreths tie and jacket, craving to feel every inch of his chest and back as he kissed her deeply, their tongues sliding against each other frantically. Ominis was lost in all of this, despite his lack of sight, the sounds were just too much for him and he already had a visible bulge forming as he crept onto the bed. âLet me have a go with herâ he demanded softly, the other two boys moving aside while pawing at their aroused members through the fabric.
Ominis caressed her face as his lips met hers, his member only growing bigger and harder as he kissed her passionately. âFuck my angelâŠI wanna touch every inch of youâ he groaned, earning a rapid nod from Mc.
âWe need to do something about all these clothes though first, donât we?â He smirked, skilfully undoing the buttons on her blouse while kissing up and down her neck, her legs trembling already from the action.
âLet me helpâ Sebastian offered, positioning his face between her thighs and kissing up them slowly, stopping every now and then to suck on them, making sure to leave hickeys as his possessive side started to unveil itself. He tugged off her pitiful excuse for a skirt, tutting as he did so.
âYouâre so pathetic my love, it was obvious you wanted this from the start, teasing us wearing these invisible skirtsâ he said before returning to work on her thighs.
âMaybe⊠you shouldâve just taken me as punishment then and thereâ she offered, trying her best to hold back her moans.
âTrust me Iâm working on it loveâ Sebastian growled as he found himself at her panties, which were soaked to the core. âSo eager for us arenât you?â He teased as he circled her core through the fabric, causing her to grab Garreths thigh in her squirming.
âFuckâ Garreth moaned as her hand trailed up to his cock, which was threatening to burst out of his clothes at this point. Mc notices this before turning to stroke it softly, feeling it pulse through the farbic. âGarrethâŠâ she looked up at him innocently.
âYes⊠fuck mcâ
âI want to suck itâ she groaned in frustration at how it was still hidden from her, pouting at the redhead. Garreth smiled before removing his trousers, leaving Mc to take it from there. There was a little wet patch of pre cum already staining his boxers. Mc watches in awe, for a moment ignoring the other two boysâ actions, greedily pulling them down as his member springs out from them. It was big, probably around 7 inches and super thick. She circles the head with her tongue, as if she was savouring the taste of a lollipop. Garreth tilts his head back in pleasure as she attempts to take in more and more of him. She was so desperate, she needed themâŠ
âLooks like youâre having fun McâŠâ Sebastian chuckled as he looked up. Before she could acknowledge his words, he grabbed her waist, forcing her onto her hands and knees, whilst ominis was still under her kissing her erect nipples. He pushed one finger into her folds, earning him a cry of pleasure. âFuckkk youâre desperate for these to be filled arenât youâ he moaned to himself, examining his soaking wet finger. Mc nodded eagerly, her mouth still latched onto Garreths cock, which had taken to thrusting into her mouth.
âHow would you like this hole stretched out for a change?â He enquired as he slapped her ass, tracing along her pink hole. âYes. I need you Sebastianâ she gagged, her head still bobbing on Garreths cock. As Sebastian started massaging her ready for his length , she turned to Ominis who had been quietly working kisses all over her body.
She felt his cock throbbing underneath her and she wanted to hop on it so badly. She grinded on Ominis, causing his face to flush pink. âAre you gonna ride me like a good girl, my darling?â Ominis smiled, positioning her hips so that her pussy was hovering above his cock, but Sebastian still has access to her other hole. âI need it Omi!â she almost screamed out, using her free hand to rub circles on her clit.
Ominis pushed her hips down onto his member, listening to her moans of pleasure as if it were music as she sat down properly on it. âYouâre so bigâ she cried out as Ominis started to buck his hips up, thrusting his large member deeper inside of her walls. âAnd youâre so fucking tightâ he growled, unleashing a side to himself sheâd rarely get to see, but all the while she loved it.
âAre you ready for another cock my loveâ Sebastian smirked as he watched his best friend fuck her, and it only made him hornier. Mc nodded frantically, not even noticing that her other hole was heavily loosened from Sebâs work. Seb slowly pushed himself in, throwing his head back in ecstasy from how delicious she felt. Something clicked within Mc then, the realisation that all three of the menâs cocks were inside of her, filling her up to the brim. She felt like she could burst but in the best possible wayâŠ
Once she got used to the new sensation and Sebastian was happily humping away at her pink hole, she turned her attention back to garreth who was eagerly face fucking her. âMc⊠I think Iâm closeâŠ.â he breathed as his cock reached the back of her throat. As he shot his load into her delicate mouth she moaned loudly, some dribbling out down her lips and dripping onto her breasts. The sensation of Garreths warm cum shooting down her throat alone was enough to tip her over the edge, she gripped the bed sheets as Ominis tried to steady himself as her walls gripped tightly around his member. Tears spilled out of her eyes as she rode out her high, dying for the feeling of her walls gripping around Ominis and Sebastians cocks, which were still pumping deep inside of her holes.
âThat was⊠fuckâ she breathed, the cum still dribbling down her chin as she looked back at them. That image of her, her perfect ass bouncing with every thrust, Garreths cum all over her face, her pussy wrapped around Ominisâ cock sent Sebastian over the edge next. He collapsed over her as he came, shooting his hot seed into the dead end of her hole. He rest his head on her shoulder, panting and satisfied. Ominis groaned at the sight, gripping her hips and using her as his little toy. âIâm gonna cum in you McâŠâ but before he could even think about pulling out of her walls he tipped over the edge and released inside of her, Mc biting down on his neck as she felt the warmth from all the boys cum circulating inside of her.
âOh my godâ she cried as Ominis came down from his high, finally feeling that certain type of pleasure she had been chasing for weeks now. âIâm so sorry McâŠâ Ominis whispered as he came back around, lifting her off his cock gently. âNo ominis, itâs okayâ she giggled, âI needed that⊠fuck⊠and weâll be fine, Iâm on the pillâ she smiled at his concern for her. âOh goodâŠgodâ Ominis fell back, his cock still pulsating from all the arousal.
Sebastian slowly pulled out of her, smirking slightly. âIn that caseâŠâ he trailed off before pumping two of his fingers into her pussy, shoving Ominisâ seed deeper into her womb. âS-sebâ she moaned from the overstimulation. Garreth already felt himself getting hard against watching the sight, touching himself as he did. âYou like that donât youâŠyou little slutâ Sebastian growled into her ear. âYou love being used by all of us like the little whore that you are hm?â
Mc was in heaven right now, unable to fully listen to Sebastianâs degrading speech. She nodded, moaning as Ominis seed spilled deeper and deeper. She came again around Sebastianâs slick fingers, gripping his messy brown hair as she did. Sebastian pulled them out, âlike I said⊠youâre our little whoreâ he kissed her temple before sucking her wetness of his fingers.
She collapsed on Ominis chest, her body still trembling from the extreme pleasure they had given her.
âRound two anyone?â
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Canât Take My Eyes Off You
Pairing: Stalker!IT/tech!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
(snippets/mentions of Carter Bazien x F!Reader and Ending, Beginnings!Frank x F!Reader)
Summary: Bucky, the IT and technology expert of your office, has been secretly obsessed since the moment he set his sights on sensitive, naive, little you. But, your only fault is your repetitive ability to get your heartbroken by fuck boys. So, naturally, he has to do whatever it takes to make you see heâs perfect for you⊠right?
Word Count: 3K
Warnings: Stalking, mentions of smut (p in v, male masturbation) violence, grievous bodily harm, dark elements, possessive behaviour, hacking, reader is very naive, Bucky is a hell of a warning here (will add more with the upcoming chapters) PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS - THIS IS A DARK FIC!!!
A/N: We are finally here!! đ incase anyone doesnât remember, I teased this fic a longgg time ago and it makes me so happy to announce its now live đ„č as mentioned before this is a multi part story - Iâm aiming for 3 parts but it could be more with me who knows đ€Ł I also changed the my moodboard bc my last one did not include inclusivity and that is the goal here đ
So now onto my appreciations â€ïž first of all I need to thank @mickeyhenrys for helping with the fic title - sheâs a genius and Iâm so thankful! Next, I need to thank @sgt-seabass for the help with the IT/cyber security aspect of things - she was absolutely amazing with providing all the information I needed and Iâm super grateful for it. And last and certainly not least⊠my beautiful @rookthorne. my god I canât even begin to thank you for all the help youâve given me on this. To betaâing this fic, helping me a lot with my moodboard even when I was a pain the ass đ€Ł and just supporting me in general with my crazy ideas - this fic sprouted from our brainstorming and looking back from then to where this has flourished now is amazing đ thank you for being the beautiful person you are and inspiring me to grow as a writer. I love you so much đ„č
Now onto the fic, please enjoy the start of this crazy, wild ride and good luck - youâre gonna need it⊠đ
Youâve gotta be fucking kidding me.
Bucky glances over at you through the window that seperates the two of you, gushing about your new date already. It took you a week, maybe two, to get over the last guy. And here you were, yet again, in the same conversation with the same co-worker, debating about which dress you were gonna wear tonight.Â
Did it matter anyway?Â
The same shit happens every time. You go out with a new prize idiot, get laid, wait for them to text you back (spoiler: they never do), and you sit there, crying and wondering where you went wrong.Â
It was frustrating.Â
You only ever go out with the conventional âfuck boyâ. The same three-piece suits and quiffed hair that looks like itâs been cemented to their skull with product and arrogance, both in equal measure.Â
When were you going to get it? You choose the wrong type of guy, every single time. And yet, you wonder why they never stick around long enough to make things official, or to settle down.Â
You were gullible; so naive.
The perfect girl that Bucky has kept his sights set on from that very first day that you begun working in the same office.
Thatâs when you walked into my life, Angel.Â
It wasnât all that new for it to rain in New York. Heels clicked and splashed through the deep puddles of the pavement, and leather briefcases bumped against each other in the chaos of the crowds as Bucky made his way to work.
He found he didnât so much mind the repetitive routine â his life had never been exciting. It gave him peace of mind to hear all the usual sounds and to witness the usual frenzied rush from his run down apartment all the way to his office.
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He liked his job, truly. Itâs what heâs always excelled best in and itâs what has kept him in his comfort zone. There was never no real need to talk to people as all communication or pleas for help were addressed in an email. Those who didnât email always dragged themselves to his office and slammed their technology down on his desk, grunt or curse at him, before primly walking back out again.Â
That would anger most people â the blatant disregard for his existence and the treatment similar to that of a scolded dog, but Buckyâs been there for ten years now, and over those many, many days, he had gotten used to it.Â
It was a bonus, however, that nobody questioned him once on how he managed to fix every problem with their device with so little information as a curse and a demand to get it working. Â
Pushing the door open, Bucky expects to be walking into a normal day at the office. Paying no notice to the hustle and bustle of his colleagues at work.
That is until heâs stopped in his tracks.Â
The surprise of seeing the most beautiful woman heâd ever laid eyes on; a woman that was sunshine and everything he dreamed of personified standing in the lobby. He watched you speak to anyone that paused to say hello.Â
The errant thought of such an innocent bunny smiling for all that gave her attention made his cock twitch in his pants. He wanted to give you that attention that you craved.
Never had he been so entranced by and enamoured in anyone. He thinks he could stay like this forever, almost blown over by his new found obsession that made his hands shake and the whole volume of blood in his body to rush to his rapidly swelling cock.
That obsession called and rooted for him to take the few steps and cover the distance to reach you, when he was abruptly shunted forward by another body slamming into his back.Â
He spun around, ready to curse the person for being so oblivious, when he saw Brock. âHey man, why the fuck were you just stand- Oh, I take it youâve seen the new hire, hot isnât she?âÂ
The predatory smile on Brockâs mouth physically made him recoil. Looking Brock up and down, clear disgust in the sneer and glare of his expression, Bucky turned and stalked away towards the stairs in a bid to head to his office.Â
His closest safety net, the office where he spent his days, came into view and he slammed open the door, only to fall back onto it, his breath coming in sharp pants. Wildly, he glances around him and then out of the blinds that shroud his office from onlookers. Nobody was paying attention to his moment of crisis and doubt, except, he finds you glancing over your cubicle wall.Â
You send a small wave, one of which Bucky canât believe is directed at him, and you smile broadly â a kind gesture. He canât remember the last time someone smiled at him like that.Â
Bucky hastily looks away and strides over to his desk, adjusting the sudden tent of his slacks before he turns to sit in his desk chair to start his day.Â
Who the fuck is she?Â
The day starts slow, each task as mundane as the last, when you finally get a chance to talk to Sasha, your favourite co-worker. âI really think heâs going to be the one this time.â You canât stop grinning, wiggling in your seat from excitement to be going out with Frank this weekend â the party that you met him at still fresh in your mind.Â
âGirl, you said that last time! With... What was his name again?â Sasha groans, her chair swivelling so she could face you fully. You stare at her with a furrow in your brow while she stumbles to remember the name. âChad? No, I donât think that was it⊠Chris?âÂ
âHis name was Carter.â There's heartbreak evident in the way your voice turns to a solemn whisper when speaking of him, and your eyes start to water as you begin to think about how your previous date left you high and dry after your night together â only to ghost you the next morning. Your lips start to tremble at the memory. âAnd I thought we said we werenât going to speak about him anymore.âÂ
Sasha notices your dejected expression. âShit honey, lâm sorry. I just want you to be happy.â You nod once, wiping your cheek with your palm. âCar-â She hesitates, and then frowns. âHe-who-shall-not-be-named was a rich asshole, he doesnât deserve you and he can choke on a dick.â
The crass statement shocks you. âSasha!â you admonish, glancing around the office for anyone milling about that may have overheard. Although you were never one to bad mouth, you couldnât help the small giggles spilling out at her vulgar words.Â
Sashaâs abrupt and scandalous nature has always been the exact opposite to your docile character, but she was the first true friend you had made in the office â always looking out for you, taking care of you, and with your doe-eyed persona, the men canât help but desire to have a piece of you.Â
It is a blessing that she always knew how to pick you back up when you were down, no matter how many times you would come to her in tears over the same problem.Â
âAnyway, I promise this one is different,â you promise. The sadness that gripped you a second before fades with the humorous nature of your friend. Sasha shoots you a look. âI didnât even match with him on Tinder! We met at that partyâthe one I told you about, Daphneâs?â
âI remember,â Sasha murmurs, nodding.Â
The memory flashes across your mind, and you shake your head slightly. âHe looked so silly with the little tiara on his head. He came up to me and we talked a littleâsaid I looked really pretty and that we should meet up sometime,â you explain, almost imploringly â you desperately want her to understand that it was a good thing. âItâs what you wanted, isnât itâfor me to get myself out there?â
Pride makes your voice strong, unwavering in itâs conviction. Stepping out of your your social circle is a huge step, and by the softening in Sashaâs gaze, she thinks so, too.Â
The night you met Frank swirls in your mind, clouding it as you stare dreamily at the wall beside Sashaâs head.
The party was in full swing â loud cheers and clinking bottles and glasses filled the night air, while the pounding bass music rattled your chest. Your friend, Daphne, had left to go smoke in the corner, abandoning you to your own devices by the pool.Â
Fairy lights had been strung up from pole to pole above you and you were admiring them, when Frank caught you by surprise.
âHey doll,â he greeted, and you glanced at the six foot Prince Charming in a wool coat and tiny tiara. âI donât think Iâve seen you around before. Whatâs a pretty little thing like you doing all alone in the corner?âÂ
Frank had thrown you a dashing smile and you found you couldnât maintain eye contact with his intense gaze â you swore you fell in love on the spot.
To say you were flustered would be an understatement. âM-Me?âÂ
Frank almost looked amused. âWell, just between me and you dollface⊠I donât see anyone else nearly as pretty as you here.â Â
As the night went on, Frank continued to sweep you off your feet. You genuinely had no clue how desperate you made him over your sweet little dress riding up your thighs when you fiddled with the the hem. Or when you started to feel shy and you crossed your arms to try and hide yourself â only to squeeze your tits together. It gave him the perfect image of how they would look bouncing up and down on his cock.Â
The way he stared at you so sweetly, acting as the perfect gentleman made the butterflies in your stomach swoop and flutter up a storm. You had planned a date with him at the end of the night and you were beyond excited.Â
Snapping out of your daydream, you focus back into the present, aware enough of your surroundings to see Sasha clicking her fingers sharply in front of your face making you blink. âHello? There she is!â She sits back and rolls her eyes. âJesus girl, I was calling your name for ages. Where did that cute head of yours wander off to this time?âÂ
âSorry! I just got caught up in Frank again,â you sigh, dreamily.Â
Sasha scoffs. âCâmon, he canât be that cute. Show me a photo of him.â
You clap your hands and squeal, rushing to search through your bag for your phone to show her just how lucky you are to have someone as wonderful as Frank interested in you. Scrolling through the photos youâd taken that night, you finally find the one you couldnât stop admiring; him with that silly tiara sitting atop his soft, fluffy hair that you could imagine running your hands through all day, wrapped in a snug jacket with a cigarette between his fingers and blowing out smoke the side of his perfect lips.Â
His eyes fixed intently on one thing. You.Â
The image sends a shiver down your spine, and before you get too carried away, you turn your screen to face Sasha.Â
After a whole minute of considertory silence, she finally speaks up, her voice aweful. âHoly fucking shit, babe. I wanna lick his face.âÂ
Your jaw drops. âSasha, oh my god, you canât just say that!â Laughter threatens to bubble over and your cheeks heat in response.
âWatch me,â Sasha teases, and you both dissolve into laughing fits.
Bucky is seething. He doesnât think his teeth could be grating together any harder; grinding to dust until his jaw clicks. While your laugh is melodic to his ears, and his heart leaps and bounds at the sound of your voice, even muted from his vantage point of his office, he saw how upset you looked when your co-worker mentioned him.Â
Carter.Â
Even thinking his name gets his blood boiling. But, he wills himself to calm down. To just breathe. There was no point in getting worked up over that spoiled prick anymore, heâs dealt with after what he did to you â the very lengths Bucky had to go to get that video Carter took on his phone deleted.Â
You, the not so innocent whore on your knees for someone who wasnât him, begging for Carterâs dick down your throat until you were suffocating; saliva drooling from your chin and dripping down onto your heaving tits.
Bucky can feel his cock twitching in his trousers at the thought of you being so submissive. Pity floods him â you didnât even realise how Carter had not only ignored your texts that morning, but he had also planned to send that precious gift you had so willingly given to him, to all of his friends and ultimately ruin your life. Leaving it in shambles for you to pick up the debris of your professional career and sociality with so little care.
Bucky wasnât the most pleased with you after seeing that video in the first place. It was such a foolish decision to trust and allow that sleazebag to film you.Â
He took it upon himself to remove every trace of the video. After all, he was a good person, what a man should be. Â
Such a good man that he paid a visit to Carter, leaving him with a few of his own gifts. A black eye, fractured skull, and a break in his right femur that may, or may not have, resulted in him taking residence in the local intensive care unit fighting for his life.
âAll I want is for you to be happy. And who better to make you happy than me?â Bucky wonders quietly at his desk, the door to his office wide open so he can hear you chatting to your friend. âI would treat you so goodâdote on you every hour of every day, never let you out of my sight, either.â
The next train of thought is one he will not voice aloud, but the vision of him fucking you hard and rough, just as you deserve, until you cried for more â for all of what he could give.Â
âYouâre better off with me,â Bucky grumbles. His lips turn down into a grimace and he glares at the cubicle wall that separated you from him. âYou just donât know it yet, bunny.â
Nevertheless, here you are, flaunting your latest boy toy off to your friend.Â
The pencil heâs been tapping absentmindedly on his desk stops suddenly and small pieces of wood splinters by the second until it snaps in half, almost capturing your attention â head whipping side to side in search of the noise until you give up and go back to your conversation.Â
Pain laces through his hand when the wood scratches his palm, reddening lines etching themselves in retaliation for his daydreaming.
Heâs got to be more careful with his frustrations.Â
You have hardly ever looked in his direction, let alone spoken a single word to him. Why would you? Not many people did, if he is honest with himself. His shoulder-length dark hair that is always covered by the same black cap in combination with his piercing and brooding stare didnât give off the best impression, or invite conversation.Â
Bucky was not a popular man, even thinking back to his early school years. He was always considered the loner, the nerd, the creep. No sisters or brothers to grow up with; distant parents who paid no mind to him or bothered to foster and nuture his affinities.Â
The lonliness of his childhood paved the way to the depths of his desperation. Intelligence was something he had an abundance of, and weaponising the skills of his cyber skills was an underutilised talent of every one of his past employs.Â
It never assuades or lessens the burden of need for affection. A craving that naws like a festering wound in his barren heart, for something that could make up for the miserable nights of self reflection and doubt; wondering why he was never enough for his parents, or popular at school where the girls would fawn over him.
Something for his own; to be just his and unable to be taken from him, not by anybody.Â
Iâm right here, Angel. You just donât ever see me.Â
Bucky has done nothing short of pine after you from afar; stealing glances and furtive wanders to get close in any way he can.Â
He knows you wouldnât go out of your way to talk to him â you donât run in the same circles and you are definitely not socially compatible. That doesnât stop him from imagining how soft your skin must be, or how flawlessly your body would melt against his as he railed you into his bed. Your heavenly little cries of his name, breathless chants pleading him to âKeep going!â and âDonât stop!â never leave his mind. They fuel his needy desires at night until he can get the real thing, whimpering your name until his voice is hoarse as he fucks his fist over and over and over â the thought that it was your hand or your pillowy lips guiding him into ecstacy pushes him to the very brink of insanity.Â
The dreams will do for now, he thinks privately as he stares at you through the glass pane of his office wall, straight to your cubicle, the sound of your laughter echoing down the hall and muffled through the glass. Heâs managed for the last six months since he first saw you, itâs fine.Â
Impatience chips away at his resolve, though, and his fuse is shortening by the day.  No matter what it takes, no matter who you think is good for you right now, Bucky will have you, and when he does⊠Heâs not ever letting you go.
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We fell in love in October
â 2005! Bill x fem! Reader
It was a rainy day in October and you were heading to school. Orange, brown and yellow leaves were falling from the trees, another day of you having to stay with those stupid classmates of yours for 8 hours. You are already sick of all the noise in the class and the boys who play football in the class and break windows, break cabinets and much more.
It was starting to rain harder so you opened your umbrella and continued on your way.
Regarding your classmates, they are worse than the animals from the jungle, once one of them threw themselfs out the window because someone threw their schoe out the window. Or not to mention the girls who talk about what it's like to have sex while you're on your period, or the sluts who fuck in the bathroom every period. I really don't think you can last anymore in that school. Is so disgusting.
"Y/N!" You were halfway to school when one of the slut girls from your class came up to you, she didn't have an umbrella with her at all. Her make-up was ruined, her mascara was dripping from her eyes. But it's not like you don't wear makeup, whatever girls wear you're not any more special than them, It's just that you don't fuck in the school bathroom like them or have 5 boyfriends in a week.
You turned your head towards her, "CAN I SIT WITH YOU UNDER THE UMBRELLA?" She asked, she was wet from head to toe. You nodded yes and let her sit next to you under the umbrella. You two look like two lesbians going to schoolđ
"I love your makeup today!" She complimented your makeup, you smiled. "What eyeliner do you use?"
In the meantime, you finally arrived at school, that slut said goodbye to you, and you don't think she'll ever talk to you again unfortunately. Oh yes the slut's name is Tiffany lol.
You entered the class and put your umbrella to dry. Danny, onr of your classmates and desk partner (I dont know how to say this, basically in romanian school you have someone you stay with in your desk, you got that idea no?đ) came to you.
"Y/n what are you doing?" He asked, he wanted to know how you are, how you feel, he really cares about you and for a few days you've been suspecting that maybe he has a crush on you, but unfortunately you don't like him at all, this whole thing with love for you it seems strange and disgusting, but maybe it's because you've never had a crush that lasted more than a week and that's why.
But Danny has already been behaving like this since you started school, and he also gives you notes during class or he puts them in your bag before you go home. Like loves one, and some of them are rizz đ
"Oh hey Danny, I'm doing good I just arrived, you?" You said, you really didn't want to talk to anyone after the conversation you had with Tiffany on the way to school.
"Okay...I wanted to ask you if you studied for today's Math test..." He said looking deep into your E/C eyes. "Yeah I learned, also Danny what are you going to do on Halloween?" You continued the conversation in yours desk.
Time rang and the first class is Mathematics, come on, you haven't learned anything, you've spent the whole night listening to music, and you'll definitely copy from Danny this time too. After all, he has a crush on you and he'll let you, right?
Today at school was a little better, now you only have one more period left and that's it, you'll finally go home...
It's over and the last class was 3 o'clock in the afternoon, you took your umbrella from the dry place and left the classroom through the door, but Danny stops you by grabbing your sleeve. "Y/NâŠ."
You hear his voice "What's up Danny?" You asked him, all you wanted now was for him to leave you alone and go home to sleep because you woke up at 6 in the morning.
"Can we go somewhere more private, for example in the bathroom?" He asked, you nodded. You were curious what the hell he wanted to ask you and what the hell he wanted from you now. You went to the bathroom and Danny pushes you against the bathroom wall. A smirk could be seen on his face.
"Y/N...I like you...I like you so much that every night I think about you, every time before I fall asleep I think about you, your beautiful lips that I want to kiss so much , your bright eyes, what wouldn't I do for you, Y/N? I would give my life just to have you, I would kill anybody. Your body Y/N I want to see it without clothes, and I'm going to make you feel so good in this bathroom. So undress, I know you feel the same way."
His words left you speechless, you were speechless, you tried with all your might to get something out of your mouth, but nothing.
"D-Danny what is this?" You asked him, this doesn't look like the Danny you knew, the one who studies at school and seems very innocent and is very innocent. You could never imagine that Danny has such a dirty mind. And you think it's because of the sluts.
"We're not friends anymore Danny!" You said pushing him away from you, you put your hand on the bathroom door handle and opened it, you quickly ran out of the bathroom. Now that you've seen Danny's true face, You don't think he'll be your desk partner anymore.
You left school, it was still raining outside, but not that hard, so you didn't open your umbrella.
On the way home, you stopped at a cafe, your favorite one. You entered it, ordered a latte and took a seat at a table by the window. You waited for your latte looking out the window as it was lightly raining outside. But you still can't get over what Danny did.
Your latte arrived, you started to drink it slowly and after a few minutes two guys enter the cafe, you assume they are twins because they look about the same.
One of them looks like a rapper and the other looks like an emo? You stared at the emo one because you don't usually see people like that, but you got a look from him not short after, you didn't think he would notice.
You put the latte aside and looked away, you heard a chuckle from that guy. You feel so ashamed right now, and you hope that guy doesn't think you have a crush on him.
The two of them ordered and sat down at the table behind you. You tried as hard as you could but you kept hearing that one of them kept talking about you and how beautiful you are. (That was Tom lol, not Bill) You continued to drink your latte and then you took your things and left the cafe.
The next day.
You arrived at school, and of course you won't stay with Danny anymore. Ew
After school you went to the cafe again, hoping that this time those two twins would come too, you wanted to ask them something. But this time they arrived faster, before you.
You quickly went to their table and looked at the one with dreadlocks and then the one with black hair and makeup on his face. The one with the dreads begins to speak, "Oh, I was wondering when you would come."
The one with black hair was looking at you, his pupils were starting to widen. "He's Bill and I'm Tom, and I think you're super cute in that mini skirt of yours today and that white tank top, I can see your bra~" (đ I'm sorry for how I made Tom)
When Bill heard Tom's words, he wanted to punch him in the arm, but he didn't want to scare you or anything. Love at first sight lol.
"UmmâŠthanks..Tom? I'm Y/N" You said feeling a little uncomfortable after hearing Tom's words. "Oh and let's not forget, I can see your pant-" "Tom enough, the girl is already very uncomfortable because of you, when will you understand that not all girls want to hear this!" Bill said, he could tell you were getting uncomfortable with what "King" Tom was saying.
You said goodbye to them, because the situation was getting a little weird already.
The next day, you came to the cafe after school and had a latte, again. This time the two didn't come together, only one I just assume his name was Bill? The one with black hair and wearing makeup.
He came to your table and looked into your eyes. "Umm...hello..I came to apologize for how my brother acted yesterday..that's how he usually is with girls"
THE VOICE. You blushed for no reason when he started talking, his voice was so cute. "It's nothing, it's just that I don't really get compliments from guys and I get very uncomfortable when I get one..." You said.
Bill smiled and took a seat at the table. "You seem fun, let's get to know each other better. What do you like to do in your free time? I like to sing.."
You smiled when you heard that someone wanted to be your friend. "I like to (what you like to do in your free time)"
"So cool! Do you have a favorite restaurant? Mine is McDonald's."
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You two talked more and got to know each other better and it was already evening outside, the sun was starting to set slowly. "I'm starting to like you Bill..." You said, after realizing what you just said, YOU DID THE STUPIDEST THING OF YOUR LIFE. You usually don't believe in love at first sight or love, and I also said that love seem very disgusting to you.
Bill didn't expect those words from you, he blushed. You started to feel weird, "Uhh..Bill I have to go, I have a lot of homework for tomorrow, and my mom is waiting for me at home." With that you left Bill surprised and speechless.
"WAIT!" He said taking your hand. "Give me your phone number."
The next day you didn't stop by the cafe and you stopped somewhere in a nearby park, you sat on the swing with a pack of Skittles in your hand. Your phone was starting to ring, it was Bill.
"Hello?" - You
"Y/N where are you?" - B
"Uhh..in the park near the cafe.." - You
"Okay, I'll be right back!" - B
He hung up, you put your phone back in your pocket and waited for Bill to come.
After a while you hear footsteps behind you, it was Bill with a bouquet of (your favorite flowers) (đ it's so cute)
It left you speechless.
"B-bill...what's with the flowers in your hands...and how do you know they're my favorites..?" You said surprised. "I thought you were the kind of girl who likes this kind of flowers, so I thought I'd get you a bouquet, because you're so pretty..you know that?"
You blushed at Bill's words and took the bouquet from his hands. "Bill-"
"Y/N I love you." Bill said directly without letting you finish your sentence. Your eyes widened, although I don't know how you're still surprised after you were the first to tell him your feelings for him yesterday.
"And I know you love me too."
"Yeah...I love you too Bill..." You said, a tear ran down your cheek and you hugged him, "Y/N don't cry, you'll ruin your makeup!" He said wiping the tears from your eyes, the mascara remained on his finger. "Sorry..it's the first time a boy I love has said that to me..." You said looking into his brown eyes, he smiled and gave you a kiss on the cheek.
"Y/N..do you want to be my girlfriend?" He asked, hoping you would say yes.
"Yes." You answered.
( I don't know how to end this story lol, AND IM STILL WORKING ON THE REQUESTS AND I HAVE SCHOOL TOO đ)
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I couldnât find the words to say âI love youâ.
omg guys its finally a part 3 đ± Finally got inspo to write sorry for the longest wait ever lmao
part 1 here. part 2 here. extra but also kinda important here.
Itâs been months. You havenât spoken to Mona or Scaramouche at all since you caught them in âthe actâ. Honestly it sent shivers of disgust all over your body.
You walked in the halls of your college- even though you shared the same one with both the people that you used to call âfriendsâ you thankfully havent seen them at all.
Taking out your phone and scrolling through anything to clear your mind of the nuisances that you foolishly allowed to be by your side for years, you bumped shoulders with someone.
âAh, sorry I should have been looking where I was goingâ you turn around and say apologetically, not expecting to see the man that has been plaguing your mind for this long.
He turned, glared at you for a few seconds before the glare faltered. Both of your eyes stayed connected and the tug of your heart hurt so bad, but you just took a deep breath, blinked at him with the blankest face you could muster, turned and walked away.
And God, did that feel good- that was until you felt a grab at your shoulder, and you were pulled back slightly.
â(Name)âŠâ His voice whispered out, but you didnât want to turn. You shrugged his hand off of you, and turned your head slightly, just to get that look on his face and you glared.
âDonât fucking speak to me. You chose to do what you did, so just do what you always wanted me to do and fuck off.â Then you finally walked away from him- with an aching heart of course, but it was finally a step forward. With every step away from him it felt like you could finally breathe, like you could finally feel the weight of all those years slide off and far away.
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Going about your day, itâs only been about an hour or two since bumping into Scaramouche in the hall. You were so happy to have finally let go of such a burden- having finally broken a promise youâve made to a âdead personâ (if ur confused read the prequel thing or just dont idk)
However happiness was cut abruptly when you were faced with the other half of the nuisance, Mona. You were unsure of your standings with her, she seemed to only be your friend when Scaramouche wasnât in the picture, but sheâd also treat you as if you were some gross bug when he was around.
Seeing her stand in front of you so casually as if she hadnât just ghosted you for some boy made you pissed off.
â(Name)! Itâs been so long, howâve you been?â The casualty in her voice and actions towards you start irritating you. You give her a disgusted look.
âwhat the hell are you talking about? â(Name) itâs been so long, howâve you been?â â You mock her words in an overly high pitched and obnoxious voice.
âYou ghosted me Mona. Donât come skipping back expecting me to be the same (Name) I was months ago- actually scratch that, Iâm pretty grateful.â You cross your arms and look her in the eyes with a glare.
â(Name) look Iâm sorry-â You cut her off.
âshut up and let me speak for fucks sake.â You rolled your eyes, not letting her speak over you.
âYou went no contact on me, blocked me from literally everything! Kind of glad you did that for me though, with you and your bitch of a boyfriend out of my life for all those months I realized how fake you are!â
When she opened her mouth to speak- or defend herself you just walked away, not wanting to even hear any more of her voice.
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yeah sorry this is kinda shit, but like if any of u wanna take inspo or kinda remake this and my other fics into something else just feel free. I honestly meant to keep the first fic as just that, but ppl wanted a part 2 so I made the part 2 and then ppl wanted a part 3 and I was just like âdamn wth do i do nowâ so yeah. Thanks for reading đâ€ïž
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Tagging: @augustwithquills , @bloody-mf-bsc
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Y/N Y/L/N: This man unsettles me. Why the hell do you smile at me like a proud kid looking at his mom for praise?
We filmed the most gut-wrenching, soul-wrecking traumatic scene for your character.
You just know what you will be doing to the fans. You know their pain, and enjoy it and they are gonna come after you for therapy bills. Hope you are rich.
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User5: Freddy is just a sneaky cat. That's it. That's my comment.
User7: I don't wanna know the scene... yet again I have a guess .
User9: There is water... And Kaz's trauma includes water... We are, guys, once again...
User6: doomed. As usual.
User4: It's usual at this point, like I can't go on with my day without at least one tiny bit of drama
User3: Once again, mother Y/N is right. We all hope you are rich ASF Freddy.
freddycarter1: I could make Y/N pay for them?? She is the reason you guys cry
Y/N Y/L/N: don't bring me into this, Freddy. It's your fault, you have to deal with it. Or... I can tell your wife that you are bullying međ
freddycarter1: you wouldn't dare! My wife loves me!
Y/N Y/L/N: Maybe... Not as much as me thođ
User12: the way Y/N doesn't just conquer the women cast members' hearts but the male cast's wives as well...
User5: Teach us where this rizz comes from Y/N!
User6: Just Y/N and Ben casually making us fall in love with them
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Y/N Y/L/N: More memes!
1. Freddy is my one true love, and more attentive and mature and cares more about me.( this is definetly not my amazing,handsome, attentive and bullied boyfriend whom I should pay more attention to.)
2. This is what I was talking about! Look at hım and tell me you wouldn't immediately accept whatever mindblowing War crime he wants to commit together?
3. The only surprise element here is that I paid for the tickets... Even if they were the ones who went to to cinema.
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User1: Ben is being a gremlin again by taking her phone... Again.
Y/N Y/L/N: See? Everyone else is very mad at you benbarnes đ
User5: Y/N show some love to poor boi đ
User9: Ben is struggling so much djsjsh
User8: he is like a puppy following her around dnjd Have you seen the BTS of shadow and bone? He is always looming behind her and looking over her shoulder to get a glimpse đ„čđ€
User4: We love men who respects and shows his love openly to their loverđ
User6: Istg they want me to put a toast in the tub and live there like that by how cute they are being... look at her giggles and wide smile through her Insta posts after they got together and say otherwise
User9: They really are the best for each other and they are so cute, so supportive of each other and you can also see the Ben's grin is wider and shinier too!
User14: Being the "sugar mommy" of them is Y/N's fate now...
freddycarter1: I didn't hear any complaints from her.
User2: She has all the tittles now, the only one missing is... The Milf đ«
User14: That could change at any moment and we wouldn't know...
User3: đł
Y/N Y/L/N: First all, no one can be like me... Or else you would be in constant hunger because you two can't cook to save your lives.
benbarnes: my cooking isn't that bad... Right?
Y/N Y/L/N: Could have been worse.
User6: Y/N does he use that kicked puppy eyes on you too?
Y/N Y/L/N: Whenever he wants kisses... Which means all the time. But I have no complaints, I love kissing hım.
User6: So it works?
Y/N Y/L/N: It works wonders.
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Y/N Y/L/N: Not my fault that they are living moods
1: Me, when they show me the most shocking, spectacular,eye-burning, gut-wrenching,soul-wrecking, traumatic script ever
2. Also me, whenever I look at my boys. And yes, though I always say I hate them here, I love them all so much. I'd probably commit arson for them if they asked but... Yeah.
3. Yes, you saw it right. He took my phone again đLike,why do you have your's if you always use mine?
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freddycarter1: does that script include us??
Y/N Y/L/N: I don't know...đłđ€
jacktwolfe: I say we give her candy she loves so she can't resist and then take the script and run away when she isn't looking đ
Y/N Y/L/N: Jack what the fuck? Get out of your Wylan head.
User5: I'M BEGGING IN THE NAME OF OUR LORD AND SAVIOUR, Y/N HAVE MERCY ON OUR SOULSđ
User8: indeed, we finally saw that she had a heart and It's full of love for the boys too... Just not as much as the women
freddycarter1: mind you, this is the best thing that had ever been told to me... I STILL prefer Ben tho
Y/N Y/L/N: All my hardwork was for nothing... But legit anyways, I'd choose my baby too
User5: does it ever bother how Freddy is just you in another font, Y/N?
Y/N Y/L/N: He can do all he wants... I'm the only one who sees Ben in... different lightđ€
User6: HOLY SMOKES-
User9: Y/N just casually dropping hints on their private life is just... Golden djsndbdv
User1: Fr she and Freddy are fighting for Ben's hand jddjjd
User7: Considering the rest of the books and knowing all the scenes by heart now... And adding Y/N cinematography...
User1: we're doomed.
User6: Will go and make a confession to the local church now, for the person I'll become when that happens
Y/N Y/L/N: Calahan is keeping me in a headlock so that I would backdown from my heart-tearing plans... I HAVE YOUR PICTURES WITH A TIARA AND TUTUS, FREDDY AND CALAHAN! Don't make me share them
User5: Poor Y/N... Keep doing it Calahan, just a few more minutes, I live close to her. I can just grab that script and run away
freddycarter1: benbarnes please leash your chihuahua of a girlfriend before we spoil your plans
Y/N Y/L/N: what surprise? Ben is planning something behind my back?? benbarnes, what do you have to defend yourself? đ€š
benbarnes: I will kill you when I'm done running from my girlfriend, Carter...
Y/NandBen.fanpage: GUYS GUYS GUYS, I THINK IT'S FINALLY HAPPENING OMG-
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Y/N Y/L/N: GUESS WHO IS BECOMING A BARNES?đ€
Oh, and @ user3? You are a Seer, that's for sure. Thank you for calling dibs on our marriage, lovie!
And to everyone who always said we were cheaters: Ä°t must SUCK to be with yall because you don't trust your lovers! đđ«łđ€
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benbarnes: You are so beautiful, my ex-girlfriend...
Y/N Y/L/N: Stop saying that, idiot... And, oh... I am beautiful? đ„čđ€
User6: OMG CRYING, SHITTING TEARS WTF THIS IS SO CUTE DJDJSJS
User9: Y/N and Ben are both melting for each other and OMG I'm crying too đ„č
User5: for a fact, I just know that these two cried and still is crying tons while cuddling and reading our messages
Y/N Y/L/N: Do you have cameras in our house??
User7: SOMEONE MAKE SURE USER3 IS ALIVE BECAUSE GOD KNOWS I WOULDN'T BE IF BEN AND Y/N MENTIONED ME
User3: I'M INDEED NOT OKAY I'M ALIVE BUT BARELY BREATHING WTF I WASN'T EXPECTING THIS
User6: YOU ARE LIVING OUR DREAMS!! *shake shoulder harshly* HOW DOES IT FEEL LIKE TO BE THE IT GIRL?!
User8: Someone keep that fucking hater away from here or else there will be millions, including celebrities, who will throw hands!
User2: I think they will not be here because if mother Y/N dissed me like that, I would have found a hole and never get out.
User5: When I tell you I am at my granny's funeral and trying so hard to control my giggles... THE FIGHT IS REAL
User8: We have a holy knight here, hang in there sis! We still need to see their wedding photos!
User10: what's even funnier is that "Ben Barnes I hope you can fight" tag is trending in Twitter lol
blakelively: look at that excited smile! Finally, you are joining the married life! Welcome to club đ€
User4: Today folks, we all can rest in peace for we achieved what we always wanted for 3 years đ
amita_suman: beautiful people â€ïž Love you both so much!
freddycarter1: Does that mean we call her Barnes too?
jessie_mei_li: Yes, since they are the mom and dad đ Is that even a question?
kittheyounger: we are all united under one holy flag: The Barnes' Holy Kingdom
User15: After 3 years, Ben Barnes finally put that ring on her finger. A day to celebrate for years to come indeed.
tchalamet: Congrats to my favourite director!
Y/N Y/L/N: Don't let Greta hear that Ti đ
tchalamet: she would say the exact same
User17: DAYUMN THAT RING IS THE SAME SIZE AS MY HEAD HOW RICH ARE YOU BEN?!
User16: Just like that, we achieved it. Now, there is one last thing needed: A mini Ben-Y/N
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Lovie, that platonic Mötley CrĂŒe was absolutely amazing, thank you for taking the time to do it. <33. Iâm definitely going to have to ask for more though. I also feel like if one of them were being chased by mick, they would sacrifice reader by holding them up like the scene from the lion king, yâknow? Like this. Thank you, love <33
stop youâre so sweet ;)) the lion king referenceđ literally they would sacrifice the reader to save their asses
hope youâll like it hun tried my best<333
Part 3
âą they would definitely sacrifice you when Mick would get pissed because they knew heâd go soft on youâŠwhen you all do piss him off it turns into a hell house, like just straight up screaming and throwing stuff and running around
âą for your birthday theyâd for sure throw a big party, and youâd get such random gifts like Tommy would get you a random pair of boxers with cats on it and Nikki a spatula or some shit (â„_â„)⊠i think Vince and Mick might actually put some thought into it
âąâŠteaching the boys to make brownies at one am because Vince was craving them. Of course you all ended up making weed brownies (ïżŁ^ïżŁ)ă
âą if youâd get caught with another man and the photos would made it to some kind of magazine i feel like the boys would juts sit you down in front of them and would be like âwhatâs this young lady?â Not them playing the role of good protective mothers (ÂŹ_ÂŹ)
âŠwould probably tease you about it later tho
âą they would steal your clothes letâs be real
âVince are those my fucking leather pantsâ
âThey make my ass look better sweetsâ
âąnicknames for u>>
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Tommy would be cheesy of course, calling you bestie or some long lasting friendship bullshit
â
Vince would call you sweets
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Mick would call you a little devil or something
âspeak of the devilâ
especially when youâd be hanging around Tommy and NikkiâŠit was never a good combination the three of you since shit always went down
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Nikki would call you whatever he felt like it on a particular day, sometimes just your name or maybe rockstar, kitty? etc.
âą Nikki would ask you to do his makeup
âą if youâd get nervous before the concert they would try to take your mind off by cracking jokesâŠthey were never funny but that was the charming part honestly
âą you and Mick would usually stay a little longer in the studio making up some guitar riffs, laughing all the time and sharing a joint
âą youâd buy them deodorant for Christmas at some pointâŠ
âą when Nikki would feel like he could trust you enough heâd share about his childhood, not intentionally only if youâd ask, and youâd rub his back through it
âą Mick would definitely confide in you about his back pain sometimes :( youâd then baby him and take care of himâŠhe wasnât the biggest fan of it but he let youâŠhe knew you cared about him and only wanted whatâs best for him
âą regular trips to the record store with the boys, just listening to music and picking out records to add to your collection
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Hey, I was wondering if u had any tk headcanons just for Thomas (Maze Runner)? The fandom is so sparse, especially when it comes to tk content, we need to repopulate it!
thomas is literally my one of my favorite characters out of like All fictional media so yes i have a lot of hcs LOL (also btw this takes a few years after death cure so they're all Healed <3 and also newt is still alive bc i said so)
(under the cut bc i typed a lot LMAO)
lee
- ok so its basically canon that thomas literally does not feel embarrassment so tickling him is a breeze
- he doesn't seem to feel the need to fight back, because he doesn't really get flustered or the urge to hide
- though he's Wiggly. he can't control how squirmy he is. and it's highkey funny (minho particularly likes this fact because his favorite hobby is messing with thomas)
- i can't decide on what laugh he'd have tho!! i either think he'd have a more breathy and softer laugh, but on the other hand i can also see him as someone with a loud belly laugh. it honestly probably just depends on where you tickle him
- speaking of spots, tho. his ribs are definitely so bad. he seems like he'd be real ticklish on his ribs. but otherwise he's not that ticklish, except for a few random spots like his palms and wrists, and his upper back and shoulders. maybe even neck
- newt is constantly pinching thomas' ribs whenever he passes him just to make him jump and yell. he thinks it's Really funny
- i said earlier but he does not fluster easily because he doesn't really get embarrassed. THOUGH, compliments can get to him. he's not used to people being all sweet n gentle with him, not after the years of horror the boys went through, so he's like HUH WHUH
- thomas tries to hold the ler's hands to get them to stop but then he lets go when he realizes he misses the tickles. Dies
- he sometimes ends up flustering the ler with how open he is about tickling LMAO
- also just a lil prompt i've had for a while is that thomas often gets lost in his head after Everything that happened and most of the time he likes soft tickles to ground him back to reality. hes so :((
ler
- i personally see him as ler leaning just because he's naturally just a nurturing person so he wants to always be making people happy and smile
- he's incredibly gentle because he doesn't want to be rough and accidentally bring people back memories of the Fighting Days, he's just Super overprotective and wary of stuff like that. thomas is literally such a sweetheart
- always checking in. ALWAYS. like to the point where the lee gets super embarrassed bc they basically have to keep admitting they like to be tickled đ
- which again. he doesn't know they're embarrassed bc he doesn't really understand embarrassment.... oh thomas....
- even tho he's gentle, don't mistake him as nice. he can be really mean sometimes.
- for example: his favorite thing to do is just barely graze his fingers over tickle spots (which tickles like hell btw) and pretend like he isn't doing anything, then pretends that he doesn't know that he's tickling the lee
- he does a lot of the "innocent" acts because he thinks it's funny to see the lee try to get mad at him. but tbh its so hard to get mad at him because he has this fond smile on his face the whole time he tickles someone, and he often laughs with the lee too
- he doesn't like to pin whoever he's tickling because he thinks its pretty cute to watch them squirm. he also wants the person to be able to escape whenever they want to
- he's just a big softie tbh
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Eddie x platonic!experiment!reader
hii i havenât been able to get this out of my head. so i decided to write it down đ also i needed this right now because the duffers have me messed UP
also this is my first time writing so đ«Ł
and another thing is being that iâm black, i envision the reader as black. but anybody could read this being that i wonât put anything physical appearance-specific other than readerâs hair, which she ends up growing to be similar to eddieâs but honestly i feel like any race can have that hairstyle just different textures so đ«¶đŸ
(reader is the same age as el being that theyâre âsistersâ and itâs pretty much a similar dynamic as dustin and steve because i love their dynamic so much đ)
summary : pretty much the same plot of el meeting the boys and how they were when they first met except itâs reader and eddie
part 2 đ€
part 1 : how they met
- so youâre in the same friend group as dustin , lucas , mike etc.,
- but FIRST we of course need the backstory
- so. you were born in 1971 and lived a pretty ordinary life in Illinois until your parents could no longer handle things setting aflame or go flying across the room without you ever picking it up whenever you lost your temper.
- so after many calls, doctorâs appointments and evaluations (and maybe some attempted exorcisms đ§), you were finally referred to dr. brenner who (of course) was very quick to take you in and âhelpâ you.
- a 3 year old you is now residing in hawkins national laboratory , where you met el, 008 (kali), and the very friendly orderly named Peter.
- now. fast forwarding to 1983, the year that you and 011 escaped hawkins lab and the year that will (đ«¶đŸ) went missing.
- unfortunately not long after you two had left the lab together, you lost each other in the chaos of being in a new environment:(
- as youâre wandering around this new environment (being that you havenât really been outside in years) youâre tired beat and bruised from wandering around in a forest for about 2 days (youâve honestly lost count) and just want to find your sister.
- youâre starting to lose hope when you begin to hear an unfamiliar sound in the distance. itâs unlike anything youâve ever heard before!
- it stimulates your ears in such a way that, little 12 year old you just canât help but to follow it.
- as you being to get closer to this peculiar sound, you realize that youâre no longer in the woods, but are now on the outskirts of a trailer park .
- as you walk through this new place (fear at the back of your mind of being in a strange place at night nonetheless) determined to find the cause of this noise,
-you see in the distance a boy not much older than you sitting on a picnic table, holding a large object in his hand and- âoh my gosh, the noise is coming from that thing!â you think as you slowly walk over.
- now from a 16 year old eddieâs pov, he knew that playing his guitar at 10 p.m wasnât exactly ideal, but his uncle wasnât home and he was bored ! and if any of his neighbors had a problem with it , especially mrs. nolan (that old hag) they could simply come outside and tell him to shut up. (not that he would listen.
- so when he heard footsteps coming towards him, he figured thatâs exactly what was about to happen so imagine his surprise when he looked up and saw some kid in a hospital gown, with a shaved head and no shoes?! he was appalled!
- so back to you now.
- instead of being skeptical of the boy in front of you, youâre eyeing the weird thing in his hands, with caution. only being able to think âwhat is that?â âcan it hurt me?â and âi want to keep hearing that soundâ
- your thoughts now being cut off by this boy in front of you.
eddie : âummm⊠hi?â
you : âđ§đŸââïžâ
- eddieâs completely freaked out at this point becauseeeee who the hell is this??? is he about to get murdered??? is this what he gets for trying to antagonize that old ass mrs. nolan???
- so he slowly puts his guitar to the side and hops off the table
- of course you noticing this, which automatically puts you in fight or flight mode because this guy is bigger than you and could be just like papa and the bad men.
âhey, are you okay? do you need help? a-are you hurt or something?â he trails off noticing the cuts and bruises on your bare legs and the dried up blood under your nose. ïżŒ
- he remembered seeing on the news his uncle had it on over the past few days of kids being abused and/or abducted in nearby towns and immediately thought that this was the case. and being that this kid looked scared from just him getting up and walking towards them he figured that was the case.
âi-iâm not gonna hurt you i swear. whatâs your name?â
ââŠâ
- seeing you jump at the slightest sound and looking around frantically when other trailers lights began turning on at the previous commotion he figured they should probably go somewhere more private.
- he put his hands up to show that he meant no harm.
âyou should come inside before anyone sees you, some neighborsâll be quick to call the cops the second they see something weird so..â
- as you were about to run away the closer he got the sound of something howling in the distance made you jump towards him in fear and he decided itâd be best to lead you into the trailer and away from potential prying eyes. (damn mrs. nolan and her nosy ass)
- he held his hand out for you to take , which you did , as he guided you into his trailer.
- short time skip brought to you by eddie giving you clothes to change into (it was a short sleeved van halen shirt and sweatpants which is important information to know for later) and him completely freaking out when you tried to undress directly in front of him.
âoh my gosh, oh my gosh- what the hellll? donât just do that!â
- of course at the sound of him raising his voice from the calm tone he was using before, you immediately cowered away from him, thinking you did something wrong.
âiâm sorry, itâs just⊠you shouldnât just do⊠that. you know in front of people especially guys you donât know. get it?â he said repeating the movements you had previously done.
âso iâll be right outside this door andd you just knock when youâre finished changing okay?â awkwardly putting his thumbs up and not even waiting for an answer before he walked out and closed the door behind him
another timeskip to you and eddie now sitting at his dining room table, as he tried to get you to answer his questions while having you eat some left over pizza, that he had sitting out from several hours prior
- or just really say anything at all at this point
- he thought about taking the pizza from you if you didnât answer his questions but you were really fucking it up (đ) and he was absolutely astonished
âhave you never tried pizza before?â
- you slowly shook your head at him. but to him thatâs progress so!
âsoooo my nameâs eddie. whatâs your name?â
- when you just blankly stared at him while eating he figured this wasnât going to be a very productive conversation until you set the slice down, held out your arm and pointed at the inside of your wrist.
-he saw what looked like ink on the inside part of your wrist.
â007?â whatâs that mean?
when you pointed to yourself and softly said âmeâ he almost missed it.
âwait, iâm sorry. you? like your name is seven, like the numb-â he stopped himself. starting to think that whatever or whoever this girl was involved with was wayyy beyond his original understanding.
- noticing that the topic was making you uncomfortable he decided to let you sleep for the night so they could hopefully talk more in the morning.
- the next morning he woke up to the sound of a guitar playing and saw you sitting on the floor in front of his bed, holding it the same way he was when you found him the night before. except you were just staring at it and tentatively pulling the strings and letting them snap against the wood.
- now normally seeing anybody handle any type of guitar, (especially his) like that wouldâve sent him into an aneurysm. but the more he thought about it, the more he realized you probably didnât know any better as crazy as it sounded to him.
âyou like it?â he asked.
- having not heard him get up or notice him sit down next to her she jumped and quickly put it down on the floor
âiâm sorryâ you said looking down in shame at touching his stuff without asking. you just wanted to hear the pretty sounds from the night before
âhey itâs okay, i mean it is pretty cool isnât itâ he said picking it up off the ground and started playing the beginning of some song
âsee, you donât pull the strings like that,â he said replicating what you were doing minutes prior. âyou go like this see?â
âplay.. one from last nightâ you said
âwhat?â he asked, looking confused before whispering to himself âone from last nightâŠoh! sorry.â he apologized because his slight outburst made her jump.
âthe one from last night when you walked up to me! yeah?â she nodded
thus that led to a dayâs worth of guitar lessons and showing you all of his favorite songs and bands as you listened intently and watched as he danced around to each song.
âlike the shirt youâre wearing! van halen? see look .â he showed you each of the members and saying their names. âand last but certainly not least! eddie van halen!â
âeddieâŠthat is your name đ«”đŸâ you looked at him intently
âhuh? oh! well i mean yeah, we have the same name but everybody knows that iâm the original of course.â he pshhed. trying not to get too excited at the fact that you were opening up to him more
- he then went on to show you black sabbath, metallica, and all of his favorites throughout the rest of the morning.
- the one that stuck out to you the most was âchildren of the graveâ from black sabbathâs master of reality album. which also happened to be the one he was playing the previous night that you heard.
he figured you liked it a lot (when for some reason everytime he left the room and it neared the end of the song it would start rewinding even though he swore he never saw you get uo to rewind it.) to the point where he put the tape into one of his (too many) walkmanâs and let you listen to it in your ears instead of out loud.
- he didnât want any noise complaints from that goddamn, old ass, mrs. nolan (no seriously what is his beef with her đż) and for her to call the police
he also told you the story of ozzy osbourne biting the head off of a bat with a very enthusiastic reenactment of it.
âgosh that shit was so metalâ he said nostalgically.
âmetal?â you repeated
âyeah.. it means like hardcore you know, but in a good way! metal đ€đ»â he said sticking his tongue out
â metal đ€đŸâ you said copying him and his hand gesture making him chuckle.
âso we should think of some nicknames for you, because i donât really think we should walk around calling you seven, huh?â he seemed to be thinking really hard, putting his hand to his chin in a âđ€â way. you copying him as you stared at each other.
âsev? that sounds cool or how abouttttt van! you know because of the van halen shirt i gave you. or! how about dio or ozzy! from black sabbath! but since youâre a girl, how about dia or ozz!â he rambled enthusiastically
- you just nodded your head yes to each of them. making eddie burst out laughing much to your confusion.
âwell i think you deserve an award for being the bearer of so many names milady.â he jumped up and jogged into his room before coming back with something behind his back.
âbutttt since i have no medals or trophies to give you, i figured this should be good.â he said handing you his walkman with the children of the grave cassette tape in it.
âconsider it a gift from âthe great sir eddie munsonâ he said bowing theatrically making you laugh as he showed you wear to connect it to your outfit and how to operate it.
you stayed with eddie for about 3 or 4 days. and eddie being eddie, figured that you were more important than school at the moment so he just simply⊠didnât go.
- he taught you how to do things that he considered basic life skills.
playing children of the grave on guitar
headbanging without hair | he was real adamant on that one because :
âimagine when you finally do get hair, youâll be a fucking pro kid, iâm tellin ya!â
âfucking pro!â you repeated determinedly
âoooh umm donât say that! donât say that!â
he even took you to main street for a few hours. (but not without an amazing disguise of course ;)
now when his uncle finally came home early one day he wasnât too pleased with the finding out that eddie had been skipping school. that disappointment was quickly replaced with confusion, at walking in and seeing a young girl with a buzz cut in his nephewâs clothes sitting at their table while eddie looked to be enthusiastically explaining âthat damned board gameâ (dungeons and dragons) to her.
âh-hey uncle wayne, um i can explain everything , this is seven-â
âi think we should talk son. nowâ
without giving him a chance to explain, wayne dragged eddie to his room, slamming the door behind them, leaving you in the dining room by yourself, where you could only listen to the back and forth between the two.
âwhat the hell is going on eddie!?â
âlisten she came up a few nights ago wearing some hospital clothes, and-and-and with a bunch of cuts and bruises, man! she needed help! he confessed
âthen you call the police edward!-â
âjesus christâ eddie rolled his eyes, âsince when are they any help!â he wasnât actually asking, because he knew exactly how much âhelpâ they could be
âiâm sure chief hopper would be glad to help her get back to where she needs to be, but she canât just stay here!
âwhy not!?â
â âwhy notâ?! they could think that you kidnapped this girl! or worse you could be harboring a damn fugitive for all we know!-â
âi didnât! and a fugitive?! seriously? sheâs a child! i- this is unbelievable!â you heard the door open back and eddie stomp back into the dining room where you were with his uncle trailing right behind him.
as they continued to argue in front of you, and the argument continued to get more and more heated , a moment passed where wayne raised his hands to put his face in his palms but you were too quick to react, thinking that he was going to put his hands on eddie and raised your hand, sending wayne flying across the room and hitting the wall with a loud and strong thud that shook the trailer.
- as you realized what you just did and touched the blood that began to drip from your nose eddie started to yell.
âoh my god! jesus h. christ! what the fuck was that man!â he looked over at you with what looked like fear on his face, before he ran to his uncle to make sure he was okay, as his uncle just stared at you in pure shock.
âi-i thought he was going to hurt you, i didnât mean too iâm sorry!â you yelled and before they could respond you panicked and ran out of the trailer.
âsev! sev, wait itâs okay! you donât have to run!â eddie yelled once he overcame the initial shock and confusion of what just happened, as he ran after you. but by the time he got outside you were nowhere to be seen.
2 weeks had passed and eddie looked for you non-stop when he wasnât in school, but no sign of you. and all the hype was currently around looking for the byers kid who was reported missing the day after he met you.
- he wouldâve thought he had just made you up in his imagination if not for the slight dent in the wall from where his uncle flew into. but what really reminded him of you being real was when one day his uncle came home with something for him
- eddie was sat on his bed retuning his guitar, when his uncle came and leaned against the doorway.
âhey eds iâm âbout to head out, try not to stay up too late alright?â
âokay. have a good night.â he said without looking up from what he was doing.
- you see eddie hadnât spoken about what happened that day, since that day, so ultimately wayne didnât either, not exactly knowing what to say about it. therefore they didnât really have any type of conversation since that day.
âand um, i havenât been able to catch ya but,â he tossed a manila folder next to him. âgarrett from the photo shop caught me at the grocery store the other day, gave me that, said you never came to pick those up so he asked me to bring âem to ya.â
âi donât remember developing any pictures but, thanks wayne, iâll look at them.â giving a half-hearted smile before going back to what he was doing.
âalright kid, see ya laterâ wayne said walking out.
- the second eddie heard the front door close , and his uncle pull off in his car, he hung his guitar up and picked up the folder.
- he opened it, pulled out the prints, and his eyes widened as they immediately teared up, nearly breaking down at the sight before him.
- a picture of you and him at the general store sat in his hands the both of you doing the đ€đŸpose he taught you with your tongues out.
- now he wasnât only crying because he was upset that you were gone possibly forever and without a goodbye
- and because you were probably out there thinking he hated you
- he was also crying of relief at the fact that he wasnât crazy and that you actually exist and that he had proof of it
- now this wasnât proof to show you off or anything, he didnât even plant on showing anybody the picture
- but proof that he had met what he thinks was the coolest kid ever and could only hope that you were doing okay wherever you ended up.
- he quickly grabbed a marker and wrote on the back of the print âeddie & van nov. 1983â pinning it next to where he would hang his guitar.
- eddie was happy that he had something to remember you by, being that he didnât think he would ever see you again.
- and he didnât. see you again that is. and you didnât seem him either
.- not for another 3 years at least.
- but thatâs a story for another time i guess đ€
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did you see what happened on kalemyname's ig, he posted a collaboration with noah (but the video he recorded with noah is already a few months old) but he posted it like 3 days ago, god the comments are a war between people who support noah and those who love to spill hate wherever they go đeven noah's mom was replying comments, i love this lady, i mean if it was my son i would also come out to defend my baby on ig.
but I really saw a lot of people defending noah, and they weren't even stan or from the fandom.
omg i went to look and iâm ??? why am i emotional
iâm upset just reading what karine wrote bc i was hoping the rumours were exaggerated but no, people actually put noah and his family through hell online and irl since october. she seems so sweet and genuine, and ofc grateful to noahâs true fans, but sheâs clearly done with hateful peopleâs bullshit. noahâs her baby and she ADORES that boy. donât mess with mama bears, see.
also kara!!! if youâre seeing this, lemme give you a smooch (with consent). or if youâre a babby, we can do a high five đ iâve been liking your replies; how thoughtful and articulate you are. it must be a huge relief for karine to read your kind words, knowing that not everyone hates her kid and is out to ruin his life. iâm sure sheâll be letting him know about the positive messages from his true fans :â)
hopefully the tides are turning. there always will be haters but this excessive hate campaign will die down eventually. let the idiots flap their gums and run out of hot air. and good riddance đđ»
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I WILL NEVER FALL IN LOVE AGAIN- Jason Dean x Reader
TW: Violence, cheating, abuse (alcohol related), smut?, alcohol, drugging, using (using a person for something), bad mental health. (Also I may change to personal pronouns halfway through I apologise in advance.)
(I forgot to add in part 1 that this is set in current time LMAO sorry lads and that the way Iâm imagining this is Jamie muscatos JD) Also Iâm sorry if these are really short and not very well written đ Only experience I have with writing is essay writing when I was in secondary school⊠AND IF I ACCIDENTALLY SAY âmamâ OR âladsâ ITS BECAUSE IM IRISH AND I TEXT LIKE THAT SO ITS A HABIT SORRY đ
Part 3
Part 2!
What did I really expect? That the super hot guy would completely ignore the pretty popular girl and go for a complete nobody like me? Pfft, donât make me laugh. Veronica is gorgeous and Iâm just bland. Sheâs popular and bubbly and I have like 4 friends and boring. She goes to partyâs. I stay home and watch horror movies all night. Why am I surprised he likes her more? What Iâm trying to say is IM JEALOUS. IM SO JEALOUS OF THAT GIRL. SHE WENT FROM LOSER TO LOVER ITS NOT FAIR.
After I left JD in the English classroom with Veronica I felt sick. Sick to my stomach. Like somebody just punched me in the gut and ripped it out.
I walked down the halls highly aware of everyone around me. I felt weird. Different. This canât be normal. Heâs just a teenage boy that I spoke to for half an hour.
A few seconds later I heard my name get called.
âY/N!â
I looked back and saw half of my friend group waving me over.
We spoke for a bit before rushing off to 2nd period.
The class went by quick and next thing I knew I was sat at a table with my friend group in the cafeteria.
I was talking to my friend, Erica, and then heard obnoxiously loud laughing.
I turned to see who was making the annoying noise and was not surprised when I saw the 3 heathers and Veronica sat at the table watching Martha dunnstock open a letter and read it. The poor girl goes through hell because of them.
I watched as Martha got up and walked towards Ram Sweeney with the note in her hand. But before she got there Veronica swooped in front of her and started talking to her.
At least the girl has some sort of heart.
Martha then walked past Kurt and Rams table after a few minutes of talking to Veronica. The heathers were not happy.
I watch Veronica start to walk across the cafeteria back to the heathers.
Just then, when I turned around, I was greeted to J.D stood next to me at the side of my table.
âHeyâ, he said with a small smile.
âOh hey, howâs your first day goingâ, I replied politely with a small smile.
I seemed normal but inside I was screaming and felt like I was about to go bright red.
He was talking to me! He came to me instead of going over to attempt to get Veronicaâs attention! Ohmigod Ohmigod OHMIGOD!
âItâs not too badâ, he said.
His gaze then slipped from me to somewhere else in the caf.
I looked to see where.
Of course, sawyer. It was so good to be true hey?
âHey, whatâs sawyers deal? Is she single?â, he asked.
I have two options.
I tell him the truth that Veronicaâs single or..
I say sheâs either dating someone or simply that Iâm pretty sure sheâs gay.
Ima go with the gay.
âOh yeah I think sheâs a lesbianâ, I say trying to hide the giggle thatâs trying to force its way out.
âOh, right. Thatâs coolâ, he says, clearly faking a smile.
I could tell her was disappointed but itâs giving me a chance I guess.
âYa wanna sit here? Thereâs definitely enough room for you to sit hereâ, I say patting the bench next to me after moving up the bench a good bit.
âOh, yeah sureâ, he says with a tight smile.
I introduced him to my friends and then we went to talking about ms Fleming and her random bursts of energy in class.
Before I knew it the bell rang.
Fuck I have German.
âWhatâs your next classâ, JD asked.
âGermanâ, I said with a groan.
âWell itâs your lucky day because I have German tooâ, he smiles with a wink.
âOh my god. Thank Jesus. Letâs go before Ms.Macy shits herselfâ.
I grab him and walk out of the cafeteria before Veronica can see him.
We spent the whole next class talking about movies.
Horror movies come up in the conversation.
âI canât handle horror movies wellâ, I whisper to him.
âAwh come on theyâre not that badâ, he whispers back with a breathy laugh.
âHow bout after school today we go to my house and we watch one. Sound good?â, he asked.
IS THIS A DATE? No. Youâre getting ahead of yourself Y/N calm down.
âYeah Iâm down. My moms working till pretty late anyways she wonât mindâ, I say.
âCoolâ, he replies with a smile.
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The school day past quicker than I expected. And next thing I knew I was sat on the back of JDs motorbike. I looked around me. He hadnât started to drive yet.
âYou feel safe enough there?â, he asked.
âI guess..â, I said shifting myself a bit.
âWrap your arms around my torso when we start driving. And grab on tightâ, he said looking back at me with a smile. He gave me a helmet.
âWhat about you? Arenât you gonna wear one?â, I asked.
âNo. Iâm fine. I never wear itâ, he said.
I gave a breathy laugh in reply.
In the corner of my eye I could see Veronica staring over. I looked at her and gave her a wave (just to be petty) but made it look real.
She gave a tight smile and waved back.
âGet readyâ, he said booting up the bike.
I wrapped myself around him. Tight.
I smiled against his back. Itâs not creepy right?
We drove through town really fast and ended up at his house.
I texted my mom to let her know Iâd be home later today.
Hopefully sheâs in bed when I get home.. I cant put up with her on Friday nights.
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taylor parts that live in my head
gold was the color of the leaves when i showed you around centennial park hell was the journey but it brought me heaven
myyymyyymyyyyymyyyyyyyy lover<3
but you keep my old scarf from that very first week
love you to the moon and to saturn
I JUST KNOOOWOWWOOW UR NOT GONE NO U CANT BE GONE N O
additionally: every instrumental part of haunted
IF YOURE OUT THERE IF YOURE SOMEWHERE IF YOURE MOVING ON IVE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU EVERY DAY SINCE YOUVE BEEN GONE I JU
a beautiful boy who died
you never gave a warning sign (i gave so many signs)
and in the end in wonderland we both went mad... OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
the intro to i knew you were trouble. that shit gets me going
cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned everything you lose is a step you take so make the friendship bracelets take the moment and taste it you've got no reason to be afraid you're on your own kid. yeah you can face. this you're on your own kid. you always have been
at least i had the decency to keep my nights out of sight // only rumors bout my hips and thighs and my whispered sighs, oh lord
the instrumentals in the moment i knew i lose it every timeđ
on the way home // i wrote a poem // you say 'what a mind' // this happens all the time
TROUBLE TRO U BLE T R O U B L E
bold was the waitress on our three year trip // getting lunch down by the lakes // she said i looked like an american singer
whispers of 'are you sure' // 'never have i ever before'
OOO OO OO OO OOOOOOOOOOO (it's nice to have a friend [in case you couldn't tell])
'I LOVE YOU' AINT THAT THE WORST THING YOU EVER HEARD HE LOOKS UP GRINNING LIKE A DEVIL ITS
BIG REPUTATION BIG REPUTATION OOOOO U AND ME WE GOT BIG REPUTATIONS
have i known you 20 seconds or 20 years
if you love like that, blood rUNS COOOLLLLLLDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
you drew stars around my scars
every speaking part in wanegbt. like. ever.
YOUR MIDAS TOUCH ON THE CHEVY DOOR NOVEMBER FLUSHED AND YOUR FLANNEL CURE THIS DORM WAS ONCE A MADHOUSE I MADE A JOKE WELL ITS MADE FOR ME HOW EVERGREEN OUR GROUP OF FRIENDS DONT THINK WELL SAY THAT WORD AGAIN AND SOON THEYLL HAVE THE NERVE TO DECK THE HALLS THAT WE ONCE WALKED THROUGH 1 FOR THE MONEY 2 FOR THE SHOW I NEVER WAS READY SO I WATCH YOU GO SOMETIMES YOU JUST DONT KNOW THE ANSWER TIL SOMEONES ON THEIR KNEES AND ASKS YOU SHE WOULDVE MADE SUCH A LOVELY BRIDE WHAT A SHAME SHES FUCKED IN THE HEAD THEY SAID BUT YOULL FIND THE REAL THING INSTEAD SHELL PATCH UP THE TAPESTRY THAT I SHRED
no one sees when you lose when you're playing solitaire
the entirety of enchanted
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What were your fav and least fav moments in season 3 <3
Ok so (spoilers below the cut)
Faves:
Rafe. Literally Rafe. He was just so funny and such a little shit and one of my favorite things about the season
Riara!!! I loved their interactions so much and when he was like "I always liked you Kie" I went what is actually happening right now cause đ
Jiara! They hurt so good tbh. The difficult and angsty scenes between them were needed imo. I knew it wasn't going to be smooth sailing and it was difficult watching the way her parents treated him and basically threw his own fears about him and kie in his face and my God the self sabotage was driving me insane and they kept highlighting the differences in their classes but they were cute
Cleo. Literally just Cleo but especially her and Pope. I was surprised by how much I loved them because it seemed like OBX was like yeah let's put the two leftover black characters together but unfortunately they were right and they were cute. Hashtag black love I guess đ
Cleo and JJ. Not what you think. Cleo's genuine fascination with JJ was hilarious to watch. It was like every time he opened his mouth she'd look at him like he was the most bizarre and mind stumping creature she'd ever met. Also them being two sides of the same coin and equally chaotic was everything
Ward dying!!! I rejoiced so loud it was embarrassing
John B reuniting with his dad but the buck stops there (see least fave things for more)
Y'all gone hate me for this one but I was actually here for Sarah and Tooper? And I do not know why tbh. Can't even tell you. Definitely don't hate her and John B. I think I just enjoyed the drama of it all.
Rafe and Barry. Loved seeing the murder boyfriend together again.
Just the mere knowledge that Rafe was getting it in. Good for him. Good for Sophia.
Rafe and Rose fighting. That was very hilarious to me. "You missed"
Everyone looked great
That motorcycle thing JJ did that made my Kitty purr
Topper going off the deep end in a jealous rampage
Pope telling Rafe it's not over like yeah. I look forward to round 4
Kelce đ I actually missed him
Topper helping them steal the "cross" like what was he even doing there? It was so funny to me because you have the whole gang and then...topper đ
Rafe almost choking his dad out. That was great. Also when he almost killed him. That was a moment
Friar Cameron
Least fave:
WARD. FUCKING WARD. I wanted him OUTTA THERE from day one. How he managed to be so self righteous while sucking so bad I do not know
The fact that Rafe didn't kill ward. That was highly disappointing but alas
Big John. Just a horrible father. Found myself wishing he'd stayed missing.
They were putting the boys THROUGH it my gawd. Idk if they were like yeah we tortured tf out of Sarah last season so this season let's make it even. I mean Pope finding out Rafe melted the cross? Almost going on a villain arc? JJ having no home and nowhere to go and being treated like shit by Kie's dad? John B almost dying? Being forced to be an accessory to murder? Getting cheated on while literally going through hell? My goodness
The show is TV MA so how tf you're going to show Sophia waking up in Rafe's bed half naked and show Rafe getting dressed but don't show us what went down in said bed. Why am I watching Sarah and John B about to do the so but I can't get a crumb for Rafe?
Really wanted to see Rafe give Sophia that tour. No I won't shutup about it
Kie's parents. It's amazing how I found myself thinking they'd grown on me because surely it's hard trying to be a parent to Kie with everything going on but then they just weren't listening to her at all and literally forcibly shipping her off was sooo. And then for them to be celebrating their discovery at the end like they didn't doubt her and JJ the whole time was so ugh
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could u do inari or nekoma comforting manager whos bf just broke up w them bc my ex just started dating my bsf 3 days after we broke up đđ
Oh anon đ„ș I'm so sorry this is happening to you! My large requests are currently closed but I can write a small set for you here! I really hope this helps you feel better. And let me just say, in the long run, it's him that's going to have the most regrets. Just remember you deserve someone who is going to worship you! Never settle for less â€
Inarizaki comforts their Heartbroken Manager
Inarizaki x GN Manager
Warnings: Swearing, angst to fluff
Honestly, you didn't see it coming đ„ș
Even more, you didn't see your boyfriend moving on so quickly
But it happened đ
And you are so heartbroken đ
It happened on a Friday night
Seriously way to ruin your weekend đȘ
You spent the weekend crying, maybe eating and/or watching your favorite movie, TV or anime
Unfortunately not even your favorite character could help drag you up from the bottom
When you arrived at school the following morning, you were so tired and your eyes were so red
Give me a hug right now YN đ«
You managed to get to school just before the bell rang to ignore running into your ex
But not only were you worried about running into your ex đ
Because you knew you'd eventually have to face your team and you just weren't ready
I mean, it's perfectly normal to be upset YN and you need time
Literally the last thing you need is Atsumu đ
But hear me out ok đ€đ»because these boys are about to come through
When you miss lunch, Suna is instantly suspicious đ
"Where is YN?"- Suna to Ginjima, Atsumu and Osamu
"Maybe she went out with her boyfriend?"- Ginjima
"You mean the boyfriend whose sitting with another girl over there?"- Osamy, dropping his food and digging holes in your ex
"Oh HELL naw"- Atsumu, getting up and about to LAY đđ» DOWN đđ»
"Whats going on here?"- Kita pulling up with Aran, Omimi and Michinari just as Osamu is holding Atsumu back
"YN's Boyfriend is over there with another girl"- Atsumu, practically growling
Kita looks over to see your ex with your so called best friend đ
"Ok proceed"- Kita, setting his food down and following Atsumu to your ex
"Hey what the hell is this?"- Atsumu and the entire squad of Inarizaki pulling up
Please this sulk of Foxes is so scary đš
"Umm hey Atsumu, what's up?"- your dumb ex whose a lame jerk face đ
"Did you just happen to forget about YN or what?"- Osamu
"YN and I broke up last week"- your ex
"So you decide to move on to her best friend? That's low dude"- Ginjima
"You know what? Stay the fuck away from YN!"- Suna
"Don't even think about approaching YN again. If you see her around, no you didn't. If she's walking on the same side kf the street, cross the road. I don't EVER want ro see your face again"- Kita
Dammmnnnn ok đ
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Atsumu and the team are so surprised but like weirdly impressed đ
"Lets go find YN guys"- Michinari
Please they just all take off to find you
YN they left their food behind for you!!
Honestly goals đđ»
They head to the club room because someone said they saw you head in that direction
Kita knocks slowly, finding you sitting in the corner, knees to your chest and wiping your eyes đ„ș
Please it's a heartbreaking sight đ
I'm seriously about to lay the smack down on your behalf because nobody and I mean NOBODY hurts our YN đĄ
"YN hey, are you ok?"- Aran approaching first
Honestly good choice đđ»
"Yeah- I'm fine-" please YN your voice is cracking and you have tears streaming down your face
"YN we know what happened. It's ok"- Omimi, sitting next to your and putting his arm around you
"YN honestly you deserve so much better"- Michinari
Atsumu and Osamu are pacing, planning your ex's demise đ€
"We saw your ex in the lunch room eith your best friend YN. I'm so sorry that happened"- Kita
You start crying even more, and Suna comes and gives you a hug
Please take it YN he doesn't hug people much
"YN seriously he doesn't deserve someone as special and amazing as you. If he can't see how awesome you are, to hell with him"- Ginjima
"Thanks guys. I'm sorry I'm crying"- YN
"Never apologize for your feelings YN. You are hurt"- Aran
"Honestly I never liked him in the first place"- Atsumu
"Yeah what a waste of oxygen"- Osamu
"Guys it's ok"- YN, đ„șđą
"It most certainly is not! He needs some sense knocked into him"- Atsumu
"And who's going to do that?"- Osamu, please he never misses an opportunity
"Well me duh-" Atsumu, like it wasn't even a question đ
"HA dude you can't fight worth a shit"- Osamu
Seriously YN you can't be upset for long with these two around đ
"Shut up Samu! I'm a great fighter! I kick your ass daily"- Atsumu
"Shall we check the tapes?"- Osamu looking to Suna
Suna pulls out his phone and scrolls to the album titled "Twins Fight: Osamu wins"
Please he organizes them by who won đ€Ł
"Uhh guys, it's really ok-" You trying to save the moment
Too late đ
"Not know YN this is important"- Atsumu and Osamu now gathering around Suna
Kita đđ»đđ
"Lets go get something to eat YN. My treat"- Aran
Seriously take the opportunity and run đââïž
Omimi, Michinari, Kita, Aran and Ginjima all leave with you
Please Aran totally holds your hand đ„Č
"Thanks for cheering me up guys. I don't know what I'd do without you"- You, being so freaking cute
"We love you YN and we want you to be hapoy"- Michinari, giving you a cute side hug
*CRASH* "Samu ya freaking jerk"
"Don't look back YN just keep walking"- Ginjima
Please YN, these boys adore you and only want the best đ„°
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